Жили-были рядышком
Петушок да Рябушка.
Было это так давно,
Потерял петух зерно.
Слышал он, будто оно
Мудростью начинено.
Кто отыщет этот клад,
Будет счастлив и богат.
Столько разгребли земли,
А найти так не смогли.
В поисках весь день прошёл.
Петя вдруг яйцо нашёл!
Было ли оно случайно,
Как попало изначально?
Может, это - то зерно,
Просто выросло оно?
Рассудил наш Петя так:
-Послан свыше добрый знак! –
Должен” Это” он - взрастить,
Чтоб не зря на свете жить.
Быть отцом – не баловство…
Он признал с яйцом родство.
Крыльями, что радуг дивней
Прикрывал его от ливней,
Отдавал своё тепло,
Чтоб скорей оно росло.
Чтоб узнать, что там внутри,
Взял и клюнул:” Ой, смотри!
Это что же – там вода!?”
-Ох, ну Петька, вот беда!
Как откроется нам тайна?
Нетерпение - печально…
Тут его задор потух,
Пригорюнился петух,
Долго думал над яйцом -.
Нелегко стать мудрецом…
II
Но печаль лишь улеглась,
Наша курочка снесла
Краше прежнего, яйцо.
Станет петушок отцом!
Утром Петя во дворе
Видит солнце на заре:
Кровь ударила в висок-
Поднимается желток!..
Это был для Петьки шок!
Догадался петушок...
Кукарекал он полдня:
Здравствуй,солнце!Ты -родня!
И сомнений в этом нет,
Сохранил я твой портрет.
Посмотри, ты на яйцо,
Как желток - твоё лицо!
Высоко ты стал сиять!
Как сыночка мне обнять?
Рядом чтоб с тобою быть,
Стану по утрам будить.
Пропою: ” Кукареку!”
Прогоню печаль-тоску!
Улыбаясь, щурится
Рядом с Петей курица:
- Ай, да Петя, молодец!
Ты - заботливый отец!
Я ведь тоже не глупа,
Только где же скорлупа?
-Дай подумать мне,постой...
Не совсем вопрос простой...
Всем признать уже пора,
Скорлупа - Земли кора!
И Земля ведь тоже
На яйцо похожа:
Мантия, ядро, кора…
Ну ты, курица, - мудра!
Проняла вдруг дрожь меня:
И Земля – моя родня!
Вот как получается:
Всё в яйцо вмещается!
Ты на Землю посмотри:
Сходство внешне и внутри...
С полюсов приплюснуло
Скорлупа и хрустнула…
Охватила дрожь меня:
И Земля - моя родня!
Вот как получается,
Всё в яйцо вмещается!
Нет открытиям конца, –
Запах тухлого яйца –
Запах сероводорода…
Он везде в глубоких водах,
В океанах и морях…
Петушусь совсем не зря.
Знать, яйцо первопричина!..
Ай да Петя! Молодчина!
-Утро вечера мудрее,
Свет сомнения развеет.
Ночь. Не вижу я ни зги.
Ох! Куриные мозги!
Не разбить бы нам яйцо _
НЕ связать тогда концов.
В целом – жизнь непобедима!
Потому, что всё едино:
Одуванчики, земля,
Солнце, ты, друг мой, и я!
Научило нас яйцо,
Есть у каждого лицо!..
- Ну а как же То зерно?
-Проросло в земле оно.
А на хрупком стебельке
Много зёрен в колоске!
Словно счастья голосок
Свет наполнил колосок.
До чего же день хорош,
Созревает в поле рожь!
Петя с Рябой удивились,-
Значит, славно потрудились!
Так терпенье, радость, труд
Рядышком с тех пор живут.
Тут проклюнулся цыплёнок.
Слой скорлупки, к счастью, тонок.
Солнце светит, как награда.
И все рядом, и все рады!
Может мудрости зерно
Отыскал петух давно?
С радостью рассвет он будит,
Чтоб светило счастье людям!
ab ovo - всё из яйца. Сказка для взрослых и детей
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"Everything from the Egg.
A Tale for Adults and Children"
Tatiana Shcserbacheva
Once upon a timhe, side by side,
Rooster and Miss Hen did reside.
It happened long, long ago,
Rooster lost a grain, you know.
He heard that within the grain,
Wisdom lay, a treasure to gain.
Who finds this hidden delight,
Shall be happy, rich in light.
Land was turned again and again,
But the treasure, they couldn't attain.
All day in search, Rooster strode,
Suddenly, an egg he bestowed!
Was it chance or meant to be,
How it came, the mystery?
Perhaps, it's that lost grain,
Just grown up in a different terrain?
Thought our Rooster in his prime,
"A sign from above, it's time!"
He decided to nurture and tend,
So it wouldn't be in vain, life to spend.
To be a father is no small feat,
He acknowledged the egg he'd meet.
With wings, a rainbow's gentle bow,
Sheltered it from rain's fierce blow.
Warmth and care he bestowed,
For the little one inside to grow.
Curiosity then took its toll,
Pecked and found, "Oh, behold!
What is this, water or more!?"
"Oh, dear Peter, what a chore!
How shall we unveil this mystery?
Impatience, alas, is misery."
His enthusiasm then did fade,
Rooster pondered, in thought he stayed.
Long he considered the egg's plight,
Not easy to become wise overnight.
II
But sorrow eventually did cease,
Our hen laid an egg with ease,
More beautiful than the last,
Rooster now a dad, unsurpassed!
In the morning, Pete did see,
Sunrise in all its majesty.
Blood rushed to his head so high,
The yolk was rising to the sky!
It was a shock for our dear Pete,
Rooster understood, quite neat.
He crowed throughout the day,
"Hello, Sun! We're kin, hooray!"
And there was no doubt in his mind,
He kept your portrait, Sun, enshrined.
Look, on the egg, you'll see,
The yolk, your face, agree?
You shine so bright and high,
How to hug my little guy?
I'll be close each morning near,
Waking him up with cheer.
I'll sing: "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Chase away sorrow and rue!
Smiling, the hen nestles near,
Saying, "Peter, well done, my dear!
Morning is wiser than the eve,
Doubts and shadows it'll relieve."
Night. I see nothing at all.
Oh! Chicken brains, after all!
If only we could crack the egg,
Not tie the ends, I beg.
In whole, life is invincible!
Because everything is indivisible:
Dandelions, the Earth's expanse,
Sun, my friend, and I, perchance!
The egg taught us, don't you see,
Everyone has their own face!
"But what about That grain?"
"It sprouted in the soil, not in vain."
On a fragile stem, behold,
Many grains in the spikelet unfold!
Like a voice of happiness,
Light fills the spikelet with brightness.
How wonderful the day can be,
As the wheat in the field ripens, you see!
Peter and Miss Hen were amazed,
The efforts they made truly praised.
So, patience, joy, and toil,
Side by side, they did coalesce.
Then a chick broke the shell,
A thin layer, all was well.
The sun shines as a reward,
All around, everyone is joyous and spurred!
Perhaps the grain of wisdom,
Rooster found long ago, Kingdom?
With joy, he wakes the dawn,
So happiness to all may be drawn!
Татьяна Щербачёва 20.11.2023 14:21 • Заявить о нарушении
A Tale for Adults and Children"
Tatiana Shcserbacheva
Once upon a timhe, side by side,
Rooster and Miss Hen did reside.
It happened long, long ago,
Rooster lost a grain, you know.
He heard that within the grain,
Wisdom lay, a treasure to gain.
Who finds this hidden delight,
Shall be happy, rich in light.
Land was turned again and again,
But the treasure, they couldn't attain.
All day in search, Rooster strode,
Suddenly, an egg he bestowed!
Was it chance or meant to be,
How it came, the mystery?
Perhaps, it's that lost grain,
Just grown up in a different terrain?
Thought our Rooster in his prime,
"A sign from above, it's time!"
He decided to nurture and tend,
So it wouldn't be in vain, life to spend.
To be a father is no small feat,
He acknowledged the egg he'd meet.
With wings, a rainbow's gentle bow,
Sheltered it from rain's fierce blow.
Warmth and care he bestowed,
For the little one inside to grow.
Curiosity then took its toll,
Pecked and found, "Oh, behold!
What is this, water or more!?"
"Oh, dear Peter, what a chore!
How shall we unveil this mystery?
Impatience, alas, is misery."
His enthusiasm then did fade,
Rooster pondered, in thought he stayed.
Long he considered the egg's plight,
Not easy to become wise overnight.
II
But sorrow eventually did cease,
Our hen laid an egg with ease,
More beautiful than the last,
Rooster now a dad, unsurpassed!
In the morning, Pete did see,
Sunrise in all its majesty.
Blood rushed to his head so high,
The yolk was rising to the sky!
It was a shock for our dear Pete,
Rooster understood, quite neat.
He crowed throughout the day,
"Hello, Sun! We're kin, hooray!"
And there was no doubt in his mind,
He kept your portrait, Sun, enshrined.
Look, on the egg, you'll see,
The yolk, your face, agree?
You shine so bright and high,
How to hug my little guy?
I'll be close each morning near,
Waking him up with cheer.
I'll sing: "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Chase away sorrow and rue!
Smiling, the hen nestles near,
Saying, "Peter, well done, my dear!
Morning is wiser than the eve,
Doubts and shadows it'll relieve."
Night. I see nothing at all.
Oh! Chicken brains, after all!
If only we could crack the egg,
Not tie the ends, I beg.
In whole, life is invincible!
Because everything is indivisible:
Dandelions, the Earth's expanse,
Sun, my friend, and I, perchance!
The egg taught us, don't you see,
Everyone has their own face!
"But what about That grain?"
"It sprouted in the soil, not in vain."
On a fragile stem, behold,
Many grains in the spikelet unfold!
Like a voice of happiness,
Light fills the spikelet with brightness.
How wonderful the day can be,
As the wheat in the field ripens, you see!
Peter and Miss Hen were amazed,
The efforts they made truly praised.
So, patience, joy, and toil,
Side by side, they did coalesce.
Then a chick broke the shell,
A thin layer, all was well.
The sun shines as a reward,
All around, everyone is joyous and spurred!
Perhaps the grain of wisdom,
Rooster found long ago, Kingdom?
With joy, he wakes the dawn,
So happiness to all may be drawn!
Татьяна Щербачёва 20.11.2023 14:21 • Заявить о нарушении
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