Folk tales are not author. Folk Songs - Texts, Words - Collection

Some well-known to each Russian (and not only Russian), we consider the song of the song. They are often declared "Russian folk song ...". Remember the incomparable Catherine Savinov - Frosya Burlakova in the legendary film "Come tomorrow" said: "Music People's words, I don't know whose words, probably also folk."
But someone wrote them! Today I want to remind two such truly folk poets: Alexei Koltsov and Ivan Surikov.

Each, perhaps, from childhood rows

Here is my village;
Here is my home;
I'm rolling in sledding
On the grief cool ...

This is Surikovsky "Childhood". And I'm not an exception. One of my first books, even remember pictures from it.

But this post about songs. One of the most famous, which is often singing and in concerts and in feasts (despite one and a half years old history!) Is it "" Rowan "(" What are you standing, thin rowan? "). This is how it sounds performed by the Choir of the Russian People's Song

But the verses of I.Z. Surikov
:
"What is noise, swinging,
Thin rowan
Low tilting
He head to the tyna? "
- "With the wind we are talking about
About her adversity
What is one rath
In this garden.
Sad, sirotinka,
I stand, I swing,
That to the ground was
I bend to the tyna.
There, behind the tick, in the field,
Above the river deep
On the square, in the will,
Oak grows high.
How would I want
To the oak to move;
I did not then
Student yes swing.
Close branches
I pressed to him
And with his sheets
The day and night whisper.
No, it is impossible to row
To the oak to move!
Know, I, Sirotinka,
Age one swing. "
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As you can see, in the song the words are a bit redone. Well, the author of the music is completely unknown so that the song can be safely attributed to folk creativity. So to speak the co-authorship of the poet and the people.

And here's another poem of Ivan Zakharovich
Kony Mchat-carry,
The steppe is all the distance running;
Blizzard snow
On the steppe buzzing.

Snow and snow circle;
Heart sadness takes;
About Mozdok
Steppe washes ...

As an exposure steppe
Widespread;
How in the steppes deaf
Died the banymer;

As the last one
Overseas hour
He comrade
Gave the order ...

Learned? Of course, the famous song "Steppe, yes steppe around." Also fairly modified compared to the original. The variants of the text of this song are many. And Surikov verses sound like this.
"I see death
Here, in the steppe, fights, -
Do not pop a little friend
Evil my offense.

Evil my offense,
Yes, and nonsense,
Unreasonable words
Former rudeness.

Skoroni me
Here, in the steppes deaf;
Roven horse
Take home.

Take home,
Pass their father;
Take away
Old Mother.

Young wife
You tell me, my friend
So that I.
I did not wait for home ...

By the way, she still
Do not forget to say:
Heavy widow
I throw her!

Pass the Slavs
She is farewell
And give the ring
Wedding.

Let it be about me
Will not be sad;
With those who are heart
Will marriage! "

Silencer silent,
Tears rolls ...
And in the steppes deaf
Blizzard is crying.

"As a space steppe
Widespread;
How in the steppes deaf
Died the yammer. "

By the way, the verses of these inspired Surikov's ancient Yamchchitsky song "Steppe Mozdok ..."

You, the steppe whether mine, steppe Mozdok,
The steppe Mozdok!
Wide, far, steppe, you extended,
Extended
From Saratov you, steppe, to the village of Tsaritsyn,
To Tsaritsyn;
Ran down the steppe big road
Wide track ...
They drove out of her young erosers,
Young;
Like horses they have boulats, all the beads,
Clamps are silver,
Silver;
As the pieces they have all the set,
All kinds;
As the carts, they have all spiked,
All hips ...
Soluchiloshai is unhappiness,
Yes considerable.
Daeked yes, they have good well done,
Friend Announcements ...
He requested, he asked his comrades,
Comrades:
"Oh, you, brothers you mine, you are friends-comrades,
Comrades!
Do not leave you, brothers, my ravel horses,
Roven horses.
And you, brothers, Low bow, Batyushka,
Low bow
Native Mother Chelobeitis,
Yes, jabatite,
Small deubs for my blessing,
Blessing
My young wife is full of volyushu,
All freedom. "

The song "Steppe Yes Steppe" is also most often referred to as Russian People. But she has authors and words and music. Ivan Surikov and S. Sadovsky.
In the performance of Lydia Ruslana

The origins of another folk song are in the works of Surikov (or poems inspired by the folk song? Now it is unknown)

Orply I grew up
As the epics in the field;
My youth was walking
In others in captivity.

I'm from thirteen years
In humans went:
Where are the kids,
Where the cows have done.

Light joy I,
Lasky did not see:
Wash was worn out
Beauty, linked.

Wear it
Grief and unwind;
Know so my
The share was gone.

I was gone
Beautiful girl
Yes did not give only God
Share me happy.

Bird in a dark garden
Songs singing
And a wolf in the forest
Fun playing.

There is a bird's nest,
Wolf's children -
I have nothing
No one in the world.

Oh, poor I, Poor,
I am dressed bad, -
No one married me
And did not take for it!

Oh you, my share,
Sirotinka!
What is wormwood you grass
Bitter Osinka!

The most famous lines "good I am good ..." Who are so colorfully sang Tatyana Peltzer, as we see, in the original are not present at all.

Another popular poet is Alexey Koltsov.

Russian song

I loved him
Hotter day and fire
Like others love
WILL WILL NEVER!

Only with him only one
I lived in the world;
He soul my soul
He gave life to him!

What per night, for the moon,
When a friend I'm waiting!
And pale, cold,
Farming, trembling!

Here he goes, sings:
Where are you, my dawn?
Here he takes his hand,
That kisses me!

Dear friend, gone
Kisses are yours!
And without them with you
Fire flames in blood

And without them with you
Burns a blush face
And breasts worried,
And boils hot!

And shine eyes
Raucar star!
I lived for him -
I loved my soul!

In some way, the sense of Koltsov was lucky more, the texts of his poems in the songs were preserved almost unchanged.

Not shumi you, rye, ripe sparrow!
Music Gurilev, sing students of the vocal branch "Ram Nam.Gnesian,

The exception is perhaps the most famous song on his poems - "Hortors". Yes, and that, it is not redone, but simply abbreviated, because Original poem rather long.
Sings Sergey Lemeshev.

Many songs and romances on the poems of Koltsova here

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17 of the most beautiful types of folk art of Russia.

Folk crafts are exactly what makes our culture rich and unique. Painted objects, toys and fabric products will be dismissed with themselves foreign tourists in memory of our country.

Almost every corner of Russia has its own kind of needlework, and in this material we collected the brightest and well-known of them.

Dymkovo toy

Dymkovsky toy is a symbol of the Kirov region, emphasizing its saturated and ancient history. She is lying out of clay, then overshadows and burns into the oven. After that, it is written by hand, every time creating a unique instance. Two identical toys can not be.

Zhostovsky painting

In early 19th century, the Vishnyakov brothers lived in one of the villages of the former Troitskaya parish (now - Mytishchi district), and they were engaged in painting of lacquered metal trays, sugarders, pallets, boxes from papier-mâché, cigarettes, teams, albums and other things. Since then, the art painting in Zhostovsky style began to gain popularity and attract attention to numerous exhibitions in our country and abroad.

Khokhloma

Khokhloma is one of the most beautiful Russian crafts, originating in the 17th century near Nizhny Novgorod. This is a decorative painting of furniture and wooden dishes, which not only connoisseurs of Russian antiquity, but also the inhabitants of foreign countries.

Freakly intertwined grass patterns from bright scarlet berries and golden leaves on a black background, you can admire infinitely. Therefore, even traditional wooden spoons, presented by the most insignificant case, leave the most good and long memory of the Daritel who received them.

Gorodetskaya painted

Gorodetskaya painting exists from mid-19th century. Bright, laconic patterns reflect genre scenes, horses figures, roosters, floral ornaments. The painting is performed by a free smear with a white and black graphic stroke, decorates ribbons, furniture, shutters, doors.

Filigree

Filigree is one of the most ancient types of metal artwork. The elements of the filigree pattern are the most diverse: in the form of a rope, lace, weaving, Christmas trees, walkways, stroit. Weaves are performed from very thin gold or silver wire, so they look easy and fragile.

Ural Malachite

Famous Malachite deposits - in the Urals, in Africa, South Australia and the United States, but the color and beauty of the patterns of Malachite of foreign countries cannot be compared with the Urals. Therefore, malachite from the Urals is considered the most valuable on the world market.

Gusevskaya Crystal

Products made on a crystal plant of the city of Gus-Crystal can be found in the museums of the whole world. Traditional Russian souvenirs, household items, settings for the festive table, elegant decorations, caskets, handmade statuettes reflect the beauty of their native nature, its customs and original Russian values. Products from color crystal are particularly popular.

Matryoshka

The church and full cheerful girl in a golt and Russian folk dress conquered the hearts of folk toys and beautiful souvenirs around the world.

Now Matryoshka is not just a popular toy, the keeper of Russian culture: this is a memorable souvenir for tourists, on the apron of which slim scenes, plots of fairy tales and landscapes with attractions. Matryoshka became a precious object of collecting, which can cost more than one hundred dollars.

Enamel

Vintage broots, bracelets, pendants, rapidly "entered" in modern fashion - nothing else like decorations made by technique fingerties. This type of applied art appeared in the 17th century in the Vologda region.

Masters depicted floral ornaments, birds, animals with a variety of paints on white enamel. Then the art of multicast enamels began to be lost, it began to push out a monophonic finiflux: white, blue and green. Now both styles are successfully combined.

Tula samovar

In his free time, the worker of the Tula Armory Plant Fyodor Lisitsyn loved to make something out of copper, and once made a samovar. Then his sons opened a self-friendlokinous establishment, where they sold copper products, which enjoyed frantic success.

Samovars Lisitsynov were famous for the diversity of forms and finishes: barrels, vases with chasing and engraving, samovari ovoid shape, with cranes in the form of dolphin, with loop-shaped handles, painted.

Palekh miniature

Palekh miniature is a special, delicate, poetic vision of the world, which is characteristic of Russian people, beliefs and songs. In painting, brown-orange and blue-green tones are used.

Palekh painting has no analogues around the world. It is performed on Papier Masha and only then transferred to the surface of the caskets of all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Gzhel

Gzhel bush, an area of \u200b\u200b27 villages, located near Moscow, is famous for its clays, the extraction of which is carried out here from the middle of the 17th century. In the 19th century, Gzhel masters began to produce half-fueling, faience and china. Of particular interest are still products painted in one color - blue supervicary paint, applied with a brush, with graphic drawing of parts.

Pavlovo-Posal Shawl

Bright and lungs, feminine Pavloposad's scarves are always fashionable and relevant. This folk fishing appeared at the end of the 18th century on the peasant enterprise village Pavlovo, which subsequently developed a boobical manuff. It made wool shawls with a printed pattern, very popular at the time.

So without which it is absolutely impossible to submit a Russian person - so it is without a song. And not at all because all-food has fun living - this well explains the folk wisdom "not from joy and birds in a cage sings", "not everyone has fun who sings - and he crys for the song."
Just a song for a long time has become an integral part of life - and household, and spiritual.
A man was born - he was singing lulled.
Youth has come, it is accompanied by dangling, love, game songs.
And so about the wedding rite, then in it, the songs are accompanied by almost every gesture of the bride.
And how many family songs sounds on the Russian expanses from the century to the century!
And also separately - soldiers', Cossacks, Yammchitsky, street, Burlats, robber, prison, slave.
In other words, the songs reflect the whole life and man, and the people as a whole. No wonder the people himself and says that "the fairy tale is a fold, and the song is a friend, a fairy tale - a lie, and the song is true," confirming this primarily the realism of song art. Indeed, now in the texts of the songs you can reliably find out how and what a cradle for a child was made ("Wooden's estimates, rolling ring", etc.), as the roles in the family were distributed, who performed what work, how often the acquaintance occurred Future husband and wife, why exactly this attitude was to the mother-in-law, mother-in-law, sinks ..
And what kind of stores of historical information - songs about Pugacheva and Razane, about military campaigns, about Ivan Grozny, Peter Great.

Probably there is no such event in the life of our people, which would not find his reflection in the songs, whether it is a long-standing needle ("And acts in the Horde .."), or the conquest of Siberia ("Fucking-woven Yermak Timofeevich"), or Northern War ("Writes, writes Karl Swedish"), or the Patriotic War with the French ("about Platov Cossack"), not to mention such recent, as a civil war and the Great Patriotic .. Re-reading these songs, you understand why N. Gogol called them a folk history performed by truth.
Modern researcher S. Lazutin in the encyclopedic article about a song as one of the forms of verbally musical art writes that "the most important historical events for the millennium were reflected in the epons and historical songs of the Russian people. One of the central ideas of these songs genres is the idea of \u200b\u200bpatriotism, the protection of the Fatherland. "

But patriotic - in the very deep meaning of this word - almost all folk songs: calendar, lyrical, dance, gaming, - after all, tradition continues to live, they preserved the spirit of people's life. And if the maternity and baptismal songs, carols and rainfall, kupali and constituent, spring and znitnaya are rarely sounding, - this does not mean that they are forgotten as unnecessary. Maybe forgotten for a while, but for other reasons. And there is any of them to sound - and the soul will immediately dare to meet the melody, swing, because it will know, it will feel something native. Moreover, the Russian songs, as, maybe, no other, multifaceted multilayers. For example, one of the best modern connoisseurs of Russian ritual songs Yu. Kruglov writes: "What has been sang and called carols is actually a complex of genres. You can talk about ritual songs-carols, car beads, spells, car beads and car beads. Among the carnival songs, it is also possible to allocate ritual, spell, magnitude and brine songs .. in dances and magnifies, and Cori, they performed game and lyrical songs in them .. All genres of ritual songs are most fully represented in the wedding songs. "
On the essence of folk songs, about their patterns and features, many books and articles are written about the influence and distribution. But this collection is designed primarily for a wide reader who is interested in the first place the texts themselves, because so many beautiful songs have been lost over time, forgotten. Memory is not the most durable on Earth. Therefore, the songwriters were and remain fairly popular publications, - starting with those who appeared in the eighteenth century, such as "musical entertainment", "Assembly of Russian simple songs with notes", "Collection of different songs", "Pocket songbook, or a meeting of the best secular and common songs "," Soldier's songwriter "and others, and completing now.

Sweeping folk songs, we usually do not think about the fact that whole generations of domestic folklorists were collected, recorded, published them precisely to save and for us, and for our grandchildren. What bright personalities in this glorious Pleiad - N. Lviv, P. Rybnikov and P. Kireevsky, A. Sobolevsky and P. Yakushkin, P. Shane, N. Lopatin, V. Prokudin, F. Istomin, S. Lyapunov and many others . Thanks to their truly Titanic Mobility work, tens of thousands of texts have gained the second life.
People's song inspired A. Pushkin and M. Lermontov, N. Nekrasova and A. Koltsova, I. Surikova, N. Langua and other poets, whose poems then became folk songs, whether "not noise you, rye" or "steppe Yes, the steppe around. "

But is it to this day it does not inspire millions of Russians? Not only because "build and live", although even V. Dal in its dictionary notes - "It's fun - it's fun", but also because it keeps the idea of \u200b\u200bbeauty, about kindness, about love, about honor, about friendship; And she saves the soul, not letting her forget about flight, about the harvest, about wings. And, of course, about the beautiful Russian language that the song tries to maintain in all its purity and versatility.
In the book, which you hold in your hands, are collected songs that are life in different hints. As a rule, texts are taken from pre-revolutionary publications. The compiler, without setting the tasks to publish ethnographic materials, still tried to treat the text as much as possible. Punctuation as needed to see modern requirements. As for spelling, it is not always possible to fully follow the principles that are not always possible, especially in cases where it comes to rhythm (for example, "Movo Konya" is unlikely to edit, for "my horse" is already different rhythm), yes And it is not always necessary, since excessive "Conditioning" of the old folk song deprives the publication of meaning. It is like a bouquet of lilac, devoid of smell.

I hope the reader shares my belief that the song exists in order for her to sing, and not rechased from the sheet. Consequently, the text should be almost the same for all potential singers, especially if choir execution is supposed.
Locate folk songs according to any one principle - genre, chronological, thematic, functional, etc. - quite difficult. Therefore, for convenience, the collection is drawn up so that the songs in it "grow up" with the man - from the cradle to an independent life. A book by copyrighted, a significant part of which over time began to be perceived as folk songs. For considerations of the volume of the book outside of this collection, calendar and historical songs, intensity and chastushki remained, but - all their time and their books.

From the earliest childhood, hearing a Russian song is a stretching tag, then removing the dance, then the singular lyrical - we also do not notice how it affects our national character.
Not in vain invented - "Whose mind you live, you sing that song." But is it so often it sounds now, Russian folk song, from TV screens, in radio programs, in the stadium concerts of modern "stars" pop? Much less often than might. Much less than we need. And if this collection helps someone to remember and - God forbid - to pass a few folk songs, it means that he didn't go out in vain. As they say, even though the horse's song will not feed, but it is true that words from it will not throw it out.

Ivan Pankeev

Lullabous songs
Gray cats
You, Dunda Drema
Sleep yes Drema
Sleep walks on Seine
Bai-Watch yes rye loaf
Bai-Bai, quickly fall asleep
Sleep, good my
Bai-Pobyushki
Bai-Watch, cradles do not break
And Bai-Bayu-Bay
Hush, Little Baby, Do not Say a Word
Cattle Cottage, Gray Tails
Baiki-Vydyki.
And Bayu-Bai-Bay, a man lived on the edge
Ay Lyusheny-Luli

Horovodnaya songs
I walked along the porch
By the morning Raneshchenko, at the dawn
Oh you, mudishko
Forest
As for the river
Like our noble
Like under the white birch
Like people, they live in people
At the girl in a white face
I am the field, the field is on
Garden in the garden, in the garden
I went on herb
I'm young, young
Girls left the red
As in Dalitsa, Dalitsa.
As a river, according to the Kazan.
It was consumed by Katenka at the mother-in-law.
Attached Mati Dunya home Puffiati.
Outdoor, Mother, Maiden Horovod
Just like a meadow meadow
This bush is not mil
I go mlad on the Danube
Gorenka, a new journal.
With east kid.
Flew falcon high, yes high
On the grief of Kalina
How the waves be hit
At Dol Len, Len
Like our gate
In the mountains, girls walked
On the grief of the bills are climbed,
Per share
With evening two chief
Girl evening girl evening
Well done, young young man.
More on the sea shoe
Squinted a goat to the garden
I am young, young, in the feast was
Sled girls Len.
I sowed, sowed Lenok
On Mount, Horushka, on high
Still make a song sing
Whether I will go up
Swan lay on the shore.
I went from the hill tilney
Mother-in-law

SONGS ABOUT LOVE
Ah, kaba on flowers and not frost
Oh, Mother, nausea
Purified Mati Hollow Water
Shotel reed, trees got bend
MO IS, CCR
I will lay, baby
You, my Duma, Dumushka
Because of the forest, the dark forest
You do not blow, the winds are violent
Someone no, someone sorry
Kaba knew I did
Volga Mother Rima flows
Crush my soup
You are a wormwood
If I were a free duashchka
Bloomed flowers blooming yes faded
Don't sleep with a red girl
Bored, Mother, Spring Living One
Ah, Beautiful girl
Ah, you, night, my nights
On the street Mostovova
I'm evening, kind well done, went down.
Ustinyushka on Gorge went
Pear, my pear
Tanya walked around the field
Like Batyushkin Terem
My Polyana, Polyanyushka
You are my dubrovka, dubrovka
Good to live in the world
Ah, who would me, ah, Moma
Oh you, winter winter
Solovy cuckoo sentenced
Do not sit, girl, late in the evening
I spoke to me mil friend, ordered
You can, you can raise on the grove
Oh, what are you, why, Ryabinushka.
Among fields, puff-field
Oh, you are winds, rains
In the spring it was, spring red
How well done on the street
Good well done on the street guys
My headache hurts
Canary, Canary, Canaree
Not dust, not a chicken in the field raised
Sunrise red sunrise
Oh, you, Drain, Krasno Girl
My heart nerve
Falcon, Sidychi's oak
In a pure field with valley
Not falcon flies on the podsis
Fog, fog with valley
What are you talking about, bitter cuckoo
At the dawn, it was on a dawn
Red Girl in Bearing Walked
I'll go, mlada, I'm along the valley
Nightingale my, nightingale
Kalinushka with Malinushka, Lazorovo
Girls sewed carpet
Near the river, near the bridge
Side you are my kidka
Oh you, my stone, kamyshk
Foggy red sun
Oh, what are you, darling, do not merry
You are my sysny, my white blister
Ahti, Mount, Tok
Heaves her head, reset hearts
Girlfriends, Golubushki
Valley-valley
In the mountains and I went in the mountains
Young girl seventeen years old
Whether in the garden, in the garden:
My dear, good
Full, sun, because of the forest light
Oh, in the wiper fog spread
As on the hill, on the mountain, on the stick on such
Not rust in our swamp grass all eats
Orply, I, good well done
Rushed strong berry in Bor
I said my friend is cute
Vienna Lee winds from the field
Down the Volga River from the bottom of the city
On the sideline, a clear falcon flew
Having fun, girlfriends
You do not sing, do not sing, Solovyushko
Do not fly, do not fly, my pussy sysny
What bloomed, bloomed in the field of flowers
Ivushka, Ivushka, my green
Not Kalinosh Lomala
Like the key in the rattling
There is a nice meadow
How are two dumplings on her dubcick
Manul guy girl
Walked well done
In the forests, it was, in the forest borough
Solovya my loud Ptashchka
That in bright was light
Strands, my hock, strands, not lazy
Sovereign my native father
In the pure field
Farewell, Batyushka-Irtysh, with steep mountains
Sokol appeared high
Ah, not one thing, not one
From under the mountains, mlada, go
Along the street of youth
Plot Pttashka for the Valley
Down on the river, down fast
I am in quiet in the humble in the conversation
My nightingale, nightingale, young
I am going for the gate
In the well was in the student
Not cute, one diverse
Like a well done walked
You, my gardens, gardens
Oh, bridle, invoo - boyars courtyard.
Oh you, Night, Nut Dark
As in the city in St. Petersburg.
Night night to the girl
Do not dawn, evening zoryushka, dawn sweat
You break-ko, inflatable, rowan
In the village, village Pokrovsky
Do not fly, falcon, on new hay,
Time passes, time flies

Wedding songs
Like swallow yes
The middle of the kingdom of Moscow
Where was Falcon, where, Sokolinka?
As if on the bridge, the bridge
As if on the mountain, grief
In the morning early at dawn
The day before was Maidnight
In the field of deer - Golden horns
Month shines above the mountain
Gold to gold rolls
In the edge of the sea blue
On the mountain, grief, high. :
Cossacks around the city
You are a stone Yakhont
That flew something flew falcon
Flew falcon by cherry
Bened a storm in front of Truche
From the field, polish field
How we were this year
Skated pearls rolled out
At sea, Selezenushko sea.
Oh you apple trees you apple trees
My heart, you heart
Water raised
Weatherproof
Ay fees, louseshkina fees
Not violent winds inspired
That not the keys were branched
I ask, Krasno Girl
In the meadows of spring
I went, young
Thank you, steaming soap bay
Don't carry my legs fat
Thank you, the desired birthplace Mother
Now it's up to your eyes
Do not be trees, the house is the heat nest
Stupid mlaling
Spray-Co., people, good people
Lord Jesus Christ's Son of God
Full sleep, it's time to get up
Thank God, thank Lord
That sister brother is nice
You get up, my baby bumps
In the Kremlin China City
In the garden was, in the garden
Raised Purers
Oh smoke, oh

Songs about family life
Burnt look like, I'll see the window
MY winds, winds, you brown winds
Pava was flying across the street
Walked a widow young
For a long time I have long been at the father
Front, labeled, all meadows and swamps
Give me, ml hell
Oh not raw boring lights up
Ponizhonko Sun is walking
Whether my lane is still
Do not sleep my head clone.
On the street then rain, then snow
On the sea Orel
Gave out a mother's mother married
And dugs drink, dodge drink
Beaches, beam birch
Fate you, my fate
Green, Green, My Green Saddle
Kalina with Malino, the water understood
Pine, Pine Jumping
Near the garden, mlad, I go.
Past the garden, past green
Like a sizogo mlada spleen
You're Saying, Personal People Good
Near the river I go, young
Speakes me, the mladza, sleeps.
Kalina, Kalina, my Kalinushka
Oh, yes from the Solovka wings put together
As a river river.
I will go, go to the green garden to walk
Oh you hop mine, hops, cheerful head
Oh, and widowes stuck..
Dubrov Len, Len
Matushka gave me me
I was born in Mieties
One was in the track field
Oh you, youth, my youth
Highly high maple leaf
Pine, Sosnushka
I was my mother's favorite daughter,
In a clean field, puff.
At Batyushkaya Gate
Through forests, dark forests
Vineyard, sweet berry

Soldier and Cossack songs
.Black Raven
Father Bisho, Mother has three sons favorite
Along By, St. Petersburg, Moscow on the road
Populations Our Head Mogotskogo
You are Pequi, Beki, Red Sun
Not cuckoo in cheese borus crooked
Sickly live widow with orphans
Like swallows, by tag
You are my curls, curls
Not clear falcon
Toril Vanya Walkway
How did the father gave me
Soaring my, zoryushka
How not dust in the field was dusting
There was one, one from the father, in the mother
Not white snow in a pure field
Poured my rabbishka
Moved, my Quuders rushed.
Like vanyushki head hurts
You're in ^ ter, shelma, wind-breeze
I gave rise to me Mother
Walked kids expensive
My walkway, Slavnya Petersk
In the charging heart heard heart
You are my nights, nights are dark
In the pure field there was a tree
Gorky in the field Hercuitsa, wormwood bitter
Pretty new track
That the victorious Soldier's head.
Side you are my, kidka.
Like not from the mountains, not with a strong purse
You are my valley, the valley, expanse wide
You're winter, winter
My road, Roast
From the evening, from midnight
Puera midday
Dettle you, Razdazyitsa, in a clean field
Ah, poor Soldier's head
What was my rushes kudri
Oh you fog my fog
Not a herbushka, not a picking in the field rushes
Not from clouds, not from thunder, not from the sun
We recycled, the father of Schush rekumped.
Not white birch to the ground
As the key has a fluid
How no one knows about that does not know
Ah, feather fog in blue sea
Behind the Urals behind the river
Oh you, Mother Moscow-River
You, Soldiers-Ulan
Behind the mountains of Bisho for high
Not black drawn shrewd
At the dawn then Bisho in the morning
Tihochonko Blue Sea Becoming
Our silent nice don
As on a glorious, Bicho on the round lake
Cossacks from the sea black

Songs burlakov
Yes you guys take a friendly
Not evening dawn, brothers, arrogant
Ah, on a platform, bridge
Wouldn't we, brothers-guys
In the morning then Bisho is too early
Before our gates.
Volina bird bird quail ptashchka

Songs of robber and prison
Not shumi, Mati Green Dubrovka.
You are vagabonds, you are tramp.
You are rowan and you kudryaya
You are children-sirotinushka
Volga, you're a Volga Mother
Syarota, you, lice, sirotinushka bitter
Not a nickname in the field tricks
The edge of the track, the edge is wide
Not being in a pure field stuck
Still what are you, brothers, thought
Injured minten sokol
College Kopeikin is going
Not far was here, Bisho is distant
That from Nizhny Nova-city
You get up, red sun
Orphans my sirotushka
On steppes, steppes on Saratov
I lived with my boyfriend, I'm with a friend of conscience
You, will, my will
Not for-sake me, well done, prison is built
You, my forests, woodwork, woods
It happened to Sokolika times.
Good one all live on volyuchka
You're sleeping, bearing, young alarm.
As it happened, I was clear to falcon, yes.
Not nightwashes in the green forest rush loudly
All people live like flowers bloom.
You are a villain yes grain, serpent
Oh, what are you, my bunch

Author's songs that have become folk
Ammosov A. HAS-Bulat removal
Weltman A. What was my mind, the dawn clear
Vyazemsky P. Troika
Glinka F. Troika
Comb, E. Oph Black
Greyins R. Pleshtow Cold Waves
Davydov D. Nice Sea - Sacred Baikal
Zhukovsky V. Ring Soul-Maiden
Kozlov I. Evening ringing
Kozlov I. Wills Day - His Beauty
Koltsov A. Oh, why I was given by force.
Koltsov A. Behind the River on Mount
Koltsov A. Flowers on-above Don
Koltsov A. Not Shumi You, Rye
Kugushev V. Do not wake me up, ram
Lermontov M. In the deep tesnin Daryaal
Lermontov M. I go out one on the road
Lermontov M. Take the dungeon
Lermontov M Sleep, my beautiful baby
Makarov N. Singlely rings the bell
Merzlyakov A. Among the Rusty Valley
Nekrasov N. did not walk with the bristle I in the dense forest.
Nekrasov N. Good Bisho Deadlock
Nekrasov N. Troika
Nikitin I. Nor Cola, no yard
Olkhin A. Dubinushka
Pleshcheev A. I got around Mother in the hall
Polonsky Ya. In one familiar street
Polonsky Ya. My bonfire in the fog shines
Pushkin A. I look like insane, on black shawl
Pushkin A. Midnight pore
Razjenov A. Do not bother me, native
Repinsky I. Top You, comrades, all in places.
Ryleev K. Rovel storm, rain was noisy
Sokolov N. nois, the fire burned
Stromilov S. That is not the wind branch clone
Surikov I. Like the sea at the hour of the surf
Surikov I. Sport you, sleep, my native
Surikov I. Steppe Yes Steppe
Surikov I. Quiet Skinny Horse
Trifolav L. When I served in the mail
Tsyganov N. Don't Shay YOU, Mother
Tsyganov N. What are you, Solovyushko
N. Languages \u200b\u200bfrom the country, distant countries:
N. Languages \u200b\u200bNisondably our Sea
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