Cover versions of "Our Thani"

February 17, 1906 Children born poet Agnes Barto. In Birthday favorite Russian author jidhu.com presented, will sound like one of the most famous poems of Agnes Barto in the mouths of different poets.

Poem about crying Tanya - a true hit children's poetry, which has four lines and the pain of loss, and human sympathy, and basic knowledge of physics and the world order. Everyone will find in "Thane" something for yourself.

If known children's poem written other poets, he would not have lost his genius. Just a dramatic story with a consolation in the final would sound different.

Mayakovsky In this world, nothing lasts forever, And now the mother or cry: Straight from the shore into the river Sverzilsya Girls Thani ball. Tears whip from his eyes Tanya. not cry! Do not be whiny virgin! Come for water - And we'll get the ball. Left! Left ! Left! Block Inconsolable crying Tatiana, and tears, like blood, hot, her heart clung wound fallen into the river from the ball. Then continuously sighs, the groans, Remembering former game. Grieve not. Your ball will sink - We'll get it at evening. Krylov Certain damsel named Tatiana, a fair amount of Mind and body without blemish, in the village dragging days, not conceive of leisure without the ball. Then succumb legs, then push handles, And began playing with it, can not hear and only half an ear. Lord did not save happened proruha - Playful ball fell into the abyss of waters. Crying, tears pouring unhappy Tatiana; Kuzma A water carrier - one that is always half drunk - He has stripped Kartuz And thus rivers: "Enough, young lady! And this problem - not grief. 's nMCs harnessed for water and soon rush into a gallop. Gaff-then my sharp, my bucket spacious - from the river I skillfully and promptly 'll get the ball. " Moral: not so simple simple water trucks. Who knows what's what in the water, he comforted her tears. Yesenin Tanya was good, there was no more beautiful in the village, the wide ruches Red sundress at the hem. At the ravine behind the fence goes vvecheru Tanya, and leg kicks the ball - loves strange game. Guy came and bowed curly head "Allow soul-Tatiana, too kick his leg?" pale, like a shroud, skholodela like dew. dushegubka-zmeeyu developed her braid. "Oh, you, blue-eyed man, no offense, I say, I kicked it with his foot, and now can not find. " "Do not be sad, my Tanya, apparently, the ball went to the bottom, if you love me, I immediately followed him dive. " Lermontov Whitens single ball in the fog river blue - Ran away from the near-Thani, I left my native shore ... Play a wave - wind is whistling, Tanya cries and screams, she stubbornly looking for his ball, behind him on the bank runs. Underneath the jet lighter blue, above him a golden ray of sunshine ... And he, rebellious, asks the storm, as if there is peace in the storms! Pushkin Tatiana, Tatiana cute! With you now I shed tears: River glubokoe and obscure, his marvelous toy accidentally dropped from the bridge ... Oh, how you loved this ball! Are you crying bitterly and calling ... Do not cry! You will find your ball, He stormy river will not drown, After the ball - not a stone, not a log, he did not sink to the bottom, his raging stream drives, flows through the meadow, through the forest to the dam nearby hydroelectric power station. Horace Loud sobs Tatiana, her inconsolable grief; Down with tears streaming down her cheeks rozoplamennyh river; Maiden games in the garden she gave herself carelessly - Ball naughty keep in thin fingers could not; Bailed frisky horse, rushed down the hill, from the edge of the cliff slid down in burnopenny stream. Sweetheart Maid, do not cry, your loss curable; There commandment slaves - to bring fresh water; Racks, they are brave, accustomed to every job - Feel triplets swimming, and the ball comes back to you. Bitter Above the gray plain of the sea Loud groans our Tanya. Taneyu Thrown into the abyss of the ball flies proudly Tannin, Round like lightning. "Hush, Tanya, do not be sad - - tells her wise penguin, comfortably tucked away body fat in the cliffs - Ball - garbage, it not sink, even if I wanted to. Hear better, the storm breaks - That's when you cry. " On the grounds of the Finnish epic "Kalevala" Our Tanyen, golden-haired in curls, with a golden sheen, shaking with sobs of grief and blackened over the ball falling into the river, tears pouring. Above her cuckoo Forests affectionate bird, singing songs for Tanyen loud Poured diligently. So this cuckoo bird: Tanyen Hush, hush be you. ball in the stream will not drown, he did not sink to the bottom, and the river will not accept him, rubber ball, and therefore He linked his fate with the rubber from the jungle that is eternally glorious race. The Japanese version Tanya lost face-chan. Crying on the ball, drove off in a pond. Pull yourself together, daughter of a samurai.