The best person in the world is, of course, mom. Why do we love our mother? For the fact that she is affectionate and kind, for the fact that she knows how to touch us and pity us, for the fact that she is beautiful and smart.

Mom knows how to cook delicious food and it is never boring with her. She knows a lot and will always help us. Mom gives us a feeling of happiness, worries about us, supports us in difficult times. But, most importantly, we love her because she is just a mother.

Mom is the dearest person in the world. As soon as a person is born, he sees the kind eyes of his mother. If she goes somewhere on business, then the baby will cry inconsolably, having lost her. The first word spoken by the baby is usually the word "mom".

The child grows up and his mother takes him to kindergarten, then to school. And now mom is our best advisor and friend. We share with her our thoughts and ideas, talk about our feelings, about what we have achieved, and what we still need to work on.

Mom can be demanding and strict, but we do not take offense at her, because we know: she only wants the best for us.

Mom's smile is the dearest in the world. After all, when she smiles, it means everything is fine, and any difficulties can be surmounted. We are glad when mom supports us in good endeavors and gives us advice.

A parental blessing means a lot. It seems as if wings appear behind your back, you want to race in full sail, striving to achieve your goal. " Mother's blessing does not sink in water, does not burn in fire"- says folk wisdom.

Mom's hands are golden. That only she does not know how to do! Cooking, cooking, gardening, sewing, knitting, cross-stitching, cleaning the house, babysitting. Mom also knows how to work on a computer, write poetry and dress beautifully.

How many wonderful words poets and writers have dedicated to mothers. Read a poem by the Lithuanian poet Kostas Kubilinskas. How much tenderness and warmth are in his lines.

Poem "Mama" (by Kostas Kubilinskas)

Mom, very, very
I love you!
I love so much that at night
I don't sleep in the dark.
I stare into the dark
I am in a hurry to dawn.
I keep you all the time
Mommy, I love you!
So the dawn is shining.
It's already dawn.
No one in the world
There is no better mom!

Nice, sincere lines. It can be seen that the Lithuanian poet treated his mother with great respect and love.

Let's take care of our mothers! I would like them to always be young and healthy, and adversity would bypass them.

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(fairy tale for kids)

Once upon a time there was a little hare named Ushastik. Every morning, his mother rabbit woke him up early and early:

- Eeyore, get up. The sun has already woken up, and you are still asleep.

- Well, Mom. I want to sleep, - as always the hare answered her, turned over on the other side and more conveniently folded the ears on the pillow.

- Get up, sloth!

“But the owlet’s mother never makes him get up so early,” said Eeyore and covered his head with a blanket.

- So they are owls, and we are hares! Get up, my dear, it's time for breakfast.

The hare reluctantly got out of bed and sat down at the table.

- And who will wash for you?

- I don’t want to wash! - Ushastik was capricious. - Here fish never wash, and I will not.

- So then the fish, - the hare smiled, - and we are hares!

- What are you doing, hares and hares? All the animals sleep when they want, play with whoever they want, walk wherever they want, and you: “You can't! This is impossible! " Tired of it!

- Well, little one, don't be capricious. Now we will go to the garden for carrots. The carrots have grown smooth and sweet.

Eared did not want to go to the garden at all, but he knew that his mother would try to persuade him anyway and would persuade him until he agreed.

After lunch, mom finally said to the bunny:

- Now you can walk a little and play, just don't be late and don't be late for dinner.

The little hare walked along the path and thought: “And why are all mothers better than me? I'll go and look for a mom who won't wake me up, make me wash my face and go to the garden, and won't prohibit anything at all! "

Eeyore jumped onto the hillock and looked around. Below, in a small swamp, frogs splashed merrily with their mother - a frog.

- Hey kid, come to us! She waved at him with a green webbed paw.

- Come to us! - the frogs croaked in unison.

The hare was delighted, rolled head over heels down the hill and flopped into a puddle, sprinkling everyone from head to toe. But no one began to scold him, everyone just laughed and began throwing mud at each other. "Well, now they will fly!" - thought Eeyore.

- Oh, are you so? Well hold on! - croaked mother frog and, plopping down in the very middle of the swamp, began to splash, throw and croak louder than anyone.

Her neighbors the waders just shook their heads and hurried to scatter in different directions. The bunny became very cheerful. He rode the whole day with the frogs and their mother down the hill into the swamp, jumped, who was higher, and croaked at the top of his lungs. He liked it so much that he asked the frog:

- Can you be my mom?

“Of course,” she croaked carelessly. - I liked you right away too.

- Hooray! - cried the frogs. - Long live Zayushonok!

But evening came, the warm sun disappeared, and the hare felt that he was very hungry and got wet to the tips of his ears.

“Mama frog,” he said, “please wash me and dry me with a warm towel. I also want hot tea and cabbage pie.

- I am busy! - the frog dismissed him. - I jumped to my friends, we definitely need to croak heart to heart.

- And what about me? - Ushastik was confused.

But the frog had already disappeared from sight, and the frogs again began to laugh and throw mud at the hare. From the offense, Ushastik burst into tears and walked away from the swamp.

Having got out to a dry place, the hare sat down under a bush and cried even louder.

Hearing him, a gray field mouse came out of the hole.

- What are you, my little one, what happened to my eared one? She gasped.

“You’re completely wet and dirty.” Are you hungry, poor thing?

The hare just sobbed and nodded to her.

- Well, let's go home. Let's go to my burrow. I will bathe you, feed you, put you in a warm bed.

The hare was delighted and followed the field mouse. "This is a real mom!" - he thought, devouring sweet rye cakes and washing them down with warm milk.

The mouse put him in a soft bed next to her mice, carefully wrapped him up with a duvet and sang a lullaby.

Never before has a hare slept so long and sweetly as that night and in the morning no one woke him up. When he woke up, the mouse immediately sat him down at the table, poured a full mug of milk and took out pies with cabbage, raspberries, strawberries and apples from the oven.

Little plump mice sat quietly at the table and happily ate their third breakfast. None of them dabbled or made noise. The mouse mother was busy with the housework and from time to time patted all her kids on the head with affection, saying:

- Oh, you are my clever girls, oh you are my good ones, oh you are my paws! And you, my big-eared one, eat, eat more, grow faster.

- Mom-mouse, - Eared has already gorged himself with pies and he really wanted to frolic on the grass, - can we go for a walk?

- What are you, what are you? - the field mouse was frightened, and the mice hid under the bench together. - You cannot go there, you are still quite small. You grow up, become big, then you will walk up. Now eat, my little one, eat, my big-eared.

“I don’t want to eat anymore!” I want to walk! - Ushastik was indignant. - And I'm not little. Yes, I'm bigger than you!

- And if you grow up, you will become even bigger. Do you want me to tell you a story about a cat?

But the hare didn't want to listen, he just got up from the table, climbed out of the hole and walked away.

Before the hare had time to cross the ravine, he saw a fiery red fox with a huge bushy tail under a tall tree. She seemed so beautiful to him that he immediately thought: "I wish I had such a beautiful mother, then everyone in the forest would envy me!" The fox also noticed Eeyore and shouted:

- Come here! Go to whom you told!

The shout was so formidable that the hare got scared, pressed its ears and slowly walked up to the Fox.

- Well, why did you get up? Do nothing? I'll find a job for you!

Quivering Ears without a word took a broom from walnut twigs and began, together with two foxes, to put things in order in the fox's hole.

“When I return,” Lisa said angrily, “so that the hole is cleaned, the dishes are washed, the flowers are watered, the linen is washed, dinner is prepared!

- Yes mom! - the cubs answered in unison.

- And what are you, do not understand what? - she was angry at the hare.

- Yes mom! - Ushastik stammered and began to wave the broom with even greater zeal.

When the fox left, he asked the cubs:

- And what about you, mom is always so angry?

- But she is the most beautiful in the forest! - the cubs answered in unison. - And it is better not to contradict her!

- Yah you! I don’t need such a mother! - the hare put the broom in the corner and, until the fox returned, he rushed to run as fast as he could.

For a long time the hare ran along the path without looking back, and when he stopped, he realized that he had lost his way and found himself in a deaf thicket. Eared was very scared, he sat down on a tree stump and began to cry.

Suddenly someone called out to him from the branch:

- Ku-ku! Hi baby.

- And who are you? - asked the hare, looking at the strange bird.

- I'm a cuckoo. Ku-ku! Ku-ku! She replied.

- Could you become my mother and take me to your home?

- Why not, follow me! - She said affectionately and began, without haste, to fly from one tree to another.

When it was already completely dark, they went out to a hut made of huge logs.

- Here we are, kid! You come in, settle down, - said the cuckoo, - and I'll fly here and bring you ripe carrots for dinner!

- Can I come with you? - Eared was scared to be alone in a large unfamiliar house.

- Don't be afraid, I'll be quick. Roundtrip! Ku-ku! - the cuckoo fluttered and disappeared behind the trees.

And the hare entered the house. “How strange,” he thought, “such a small bird, but lives in such a huge house. She probably has a lot of children. " But there was no one in the house. Eeyore went around all the rooms, found a crib, climbed under a warm blanket and fell asleep.

Suddenly the hare felt that someone had pulled off the blanket and lifted it by the ears. Opening his eyes, he saw a huge angry bear with a teddy bear.

- Where is my mother cuckoo? - asked Eeyore in a fallen voice.

- There is no mom here, and you get out of here! - the bear bellowed and dragged him to the door.

- Well, please, - the hare begged, - it's so dark and scary there, I was left alone, I was lost, and I have no mother at all. Please leave me with you, be my mom!

“Okay, stay,” the bear grumbled. - But then sort out the raspberries, and Mishutka and I will sleep for now.

All night Ushastik was sorting berries in a huge basket and was completely tired. But as soon as he was about to lie down, the bear woke up and roared:

- Hey you, bum, bring water, but hurry up!

The hare took a huge bucket and trudged to the well. When he returned, the bear was already laying the table, and Mishutka was still sleeping sweetly in his crib. At breakfast, the bear put herself and Mishutka on a plate full of porridge with honey and raspberry jam, and let Ushastik lick the pot.

- How so, mother-bear, - the hare cried from resentment. - I did not sleep all night, I went through all the raspberries, I went to get water, and Mishutka did nothing. He porridge with honey and jam, and I have leftovers. It's not fair!

- The leftovers are sweet! - the bear yawned. - Why is it dishonest? Mishutka is my own son, and you are stray. Be happy with what you gave! And after breakfast, Mishutka and I will go to visit, and you chop wood, sweep the hut, sort out the groats. I'll come and check.

The bear and Mishutka left, and the hare again rushed to run, wherever his eyes were looking.

Ushastik ran, ran and finally ran out to the edge.

- Where am I going now? - the hare sighed. - Nobody needs me, nobody loves me. Nobody will pity me ...

The hare did not even notice how he came straight to his home. He quietly walked to the window, looked inside and saw that a hare was sitting at the table and crying:

- My only son is gone, my Ushastik is gone. It was probably eaten by a gray wolf. And my Ushastik was so kind, so obedient. There is no more my zainka ...

- Mom, I'm here, I'm alive! - the hare threw himself on her mother's neck, hugged her and began to cry. - I love you very very much! You are the best mom in the world!

Tales about mom are the kindest, sweetest, most empathetic. Children often draw drawings for such tales. They paint mom big and beautiful. Because mom is a noticeable and important person. The child draws himself next to his mother. This is a good bunch - mom and child!

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Fairy tale "Flowers for Mom"

Once upon a time there was a hamster named Lutosh. And he had a mother. Lutoshi's mom was smart, calm and reasonable. In general, a real mother. Lutosha loved his mother very much, he helped her when he was in the mood.

But he was often not in the mood ...

Mom asked her son to wash the dishes, sweep the yard, water the flowers. Lutosha did his mother's errands, but he did it with great reluctance.

And then one day, when Lutosha was wiping the dust on the windowsill, he quietly said:

- It would be nice to become a free bird. Forget about plates, flowers and brooms. You fly to yourself - and no instructions from your mother! At the height of my mother’s words, you can’t hear it!

And next to the hamster's house was a thick tree. On one of the branches of this tree was a sock-beetle. In appearance, he was the simplest, unprepossessing, but he knew how to read other people's thoughts. His grandmother taught him. And in general, he was a little magical. Hearing the words of the hamster, he thought:

- What should I send a hamster flying? Fly, Lutosha, and let the wind be your friend!

- Blimey! - shouted Lutosha, rushing upward. - I am the first hamster bird in the world!

And it's okay that the hamster bird has chubby cheeks, short legs and a small tail. The main thing is that it flies!

Nightingales giggled over the clumsy flyer, crows laughed and sparrows made fun of.

But the hamster's dream of flying has come true!

Having flown in to his heart's content, Lutosha got hungry and decided to eat.

- Where is mom? - he reasoned. - Mom always has food, and who will feed me now? And in general, I missed my mother.

The hamster bird was already ready to land in the Azure Forest, where my mother lived, but the forest was not visible. Lutoshi's mom was far away.

- Who will take care of me? - thought Lutosh.

He shouted to the brown-eyed sparrow:

- Is the Azure Forest far from here? My mom is there. She made me lunch.

- Yes, two hours in the summer, - said the sparrow. - Bite while midges or mosquitoes. Look how many of them fly.

“Yeah, by midges or mosquitoes,” the hamster quietly mimicked the sparrow. - I need normal food: berries, fruits, roots, leaves.

Lutosh landed in a nearby forest. And he began to look for roots. Found something. He turned it over in his paws, chewed it. Food is not tasty without mom!

- I would go to my beloved mother, I would wash the dishes, and the window sill and even the pantry, - sighed the unlucky traveler.

A hamster is walking through an unfamiliar forest. And through tears sings a song:

- Mommy beloved,
- The most beautiful,
- The most fun
- My mommy…

And suddenly an ugly sock-beetle met him.

- Have you had your fill? - the beetle-sock asked Lutoshu.

- I flew, - answered the hamster, - I want to go to my mother.

“I’ll help you get back to your mother,” said the sock-beetle, “but don’t forget to prepare a bunch of flowers for your mother.

- And what is it for? The hamster asked.

“For joy,” replied the sock-beetle.

When the hamster returned to the Azure Forest with the help of a sock-beetle, he ran as fast as he could to his mother.

- Mommy, here are some flowers, tell me, please, what needs to be done around the house? It's so good with you, my dear mommy, that I'm ready to help you in everything!

The hamster's mother looked at him happily ...

The ugly sock bug winked at the hamster's mom and went to bed. The azure forest was dark and mysterious.

MOTHER

Grigore Vieru
translation by Valentin Berestov

Come on, M,
Give your hand to A.
Come on, MA,
Give your hand to MA.
MA and MA, and together - MA-MA!
I write this myself.

Need to know,
How to write
The letter "M" and the letter "A".
I will use up the whole notebook:
M and A,
MA and MA.

MOM, MOM, MOM, MOM ... -
I creak quietly with a feather.
Look quickly, mom, -
That's how I love you!

MAME

Marina Tsvetaeva

In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
We heard your quiet call
Since then, all living things are alien to us
And the cursory striking of the clock is gladdened.

We, like you, welcome sunsets
Reveling in the nearness of the end
Everything we are rich with on the best evening,
You put it into our hearts for us.

Leaning tirelessly to children's dreams,
(I only looked at them for a month without you!)
You led your little ones by
Bitter life of thoughts and deeds.

From an early age, we are close to who is sad,
Laughter is boring and home shelter is alien ...
Our ship is not desperate in a good moment
And floats by the will of all the winds!

All paler azure island - childhood,
We are alone on the deck.
It can be seen that sadness is a legacy
You, oh mother, to your girls!

MOTHER'S PRAYER
Sergey Yesenin

At the edge of the village is an old hut,
There, an old woman is praying in front of the icon.

The old woman's prayer commemorates her son,
A son in a distant land saves his homeland.

The old woman prays, wipes away her tears,
And dreams bloom in the eyes of the tired.

She sees the field, the field before the battle,
Where the murdered son lies by her hero.

Blood sprinkles on my chest like a flame,
And in the hands of the frozen enemy banner.

And from happiness with grief she froze,
She bowed her gray head in her hands.

And rare gray hairs covered their eyebrows,
And tears are falling from the eyes like beads.

THIS IS WHAT MOTHER!

Elena Blaginina

Mom sang a song
I dressed my daughter
Dressed-put on
White shirt.

White shirt -
Thin line.
Mom was pulling a song
She shod her daughter
Fastened on the elastic
To each stocking.

Blonde stockings
On my daughter's feet.

Mom finished the song,
Mom dressed the girl:
Red dress with polka dots
New shoes with legs ...

That's how Mom pleased.
I dressed up my daughter for May.
That's what kind of mom -
Gold straight!

"WHO ARE YOU CHILDREN LOVES MORE ..."

Agniya Barto

Who loves you children more,
Who loves you so dearly
And takes care of you,
Without closing your eyes at night?
- "Mom dear".
The cradle who rocks you,
Who sings songs to you,
Who tells you fairy tales
And give you some toys?
- "Mama is golden."
If, children, you are lazy
Disobedient, mischievous,
What happens sometimes -
Who is shedding tears then?
- "All she is, dear."

TALK WITH MOM

Agniya Barto

The son calls: "Aha, aha!" -
Like, stay with me.
And in response: - I can not,
I wash my dishes.

But again: "Aha, aha!" -
Heard with renewed vigor.
And in response: - I'm running, I'm running,
Don't be angry, my dear!

MOTHER

Yuri Entin

Mom is the first word
.
Mom gave life
The world gave me and you.

It happens - sleepless night
Mom will cry little by little
How is her daughter, how is her son -
Mom falls asleep only in the morning.

Mom is the first word
Mother earth and sky
Life has given me and you.

It happens - if it happens suddenly
There is misfortune in your house,
Mom is the best, most reliable friend -
Will always be with you.

Mom is the first word
The main word in every destiny
Mom gave life
The world gave me and you.

It happens - you will become more mature
And, like a bird, you will fly up into the sky,
Whoever you are, know that for your mother you are -
As before, dear baby.

Mom is the first word
The main word in every destiny
Mom gave life
The world gave me and you.

SONG ABOUT THE LENINGRAD MOTHER

Olga Berggolts

The Baltic dawn rose
clear
when the mouthpiece was called:
“There is a formidable danger above us.
Take your weapon, Leningrad! -
And at the gate I was on patrol
the gray-haired mother of two fighters,
and her face quivered,
and a fire ran through my eyes.
She said:
- I hear, Marshal.
You speak to me.
My eldest son is already at the front,
and the middle one is also in the war.
And the youngest son is next to me,
he is only seventeen years old,
but to defend Leningrad
I give it now.
Go my little one, my darling,
invite your friends with you.
... For abusive labor, for battle, for torment,
in the name of his right,
the son leaves, kissing his hands,
who blessed him.
And, prophesying grief to predators,
grenades touching the ring, -
at the city gates on patrol
gray-haired mother of three fighters.

PARTING

Agniya Barto

Everything I do for mom:
I play scales for her
I go to the doctor for her,
I teach math.
All the boys climbed into the river,
I sat alone on the beach
For her after an illness
Didn't even swim in the river.
I wash my hands for her
I eat some carrots ...
Only we are now apart,
Mom in the city of Pryluky
Fifth day on a business trip.
And tonight is the whole evening
I have nothing to do!
And probably out of habit
Or maybe out of boredom
I put matches in place
And for some reason I wash my hands.
And the scales sound sad
In our room. Without mom.

HARD WAY

Emma Moshkovskaya

I made up my mind and go
I am going on this difficult path.
I go to the next room
Where my mother sits in silence.
And you have to open the door
And take a step ... and more
And maybe ten, ten steps more!
And quietly approach her,
And quietly say: "I'm sorry ..."
Have the courage to be shot
Under the slit of the thin sight,
There is the courage to make a quick decision,
And the courage of patience is long.
And there is still such courage
What could be more important than others.
When you can't suffer anymore
You come to him or her.
I was wrong, horribly wrong,
Forgive me and trust me
And will warm this courage
Your offended heart.

WOULD THINK CUPS, SPOONS ...

Edward Uspensky

If I were a girl -
I would not waste time!
I wouldn't jump on the street,
I'd wash my shirts
I would wash the kitchen floor
I would sweep in the room
I would wash cups, spoons,
I would peel the potatoes myself,
All my toys myself
I'd put them in their places!
Why am I not a girl?
I would help my mother so much!
Mom would immediately say:
"You are a fine fellow, son!"

CONVERSATION WITH Daughter

Agniya Barto

I do not have enough warmth, -
She told her daughter.
The daughter was surprised: - You are freezing
And on summer days?

You will not understand, you are still small, -
The mother sighed wearily.
And the daughter shouts: - I understand! -
And drags the blanket.

MOTHER

Apollo Maikov

Poor boy! All on fire
Everything is embarrassing for him!
Lie on your shoulder to me, -
Lean your head!

I am like you ...
Come on my boy
If you want, I'll tell you a fairy tale:
Once upon a time there was a boy with a finger ...

No? Would you like to? .. Fairy tales are nonsense
The song will be better ...
The cheese-temen boron rustled,
The fox wakes up the fox;

In a damp dark thief ...
Quiet! falling asleep ...
Like a chick, it's all hot
Opens the lips ...

"In the damp forest" sings
Mother walks, walks ...
Quiet, long night goes by ...
The night is too lazy.

Mother sings ... her hand
Numb, tired
And more than once a tear from my eyes
Poor, dropped ...

And barely a child, in the heat,
Startled, startled
"In a dark, damp forest" -
Breaks down again

Reject the blow, go away
Death with your scythe!
Mother child with her breast
Will not give up without a fight!

MOTHER

Ivan Bunin

I remember the bedroom and the lamp
Toys, warm crib
And your sweet, meek voice:
"Guardian angel over you!"
You cross, kiss
Remind me that he is with me
And you will charm with faith in happiness ...
I remember, I remember your voice!
I remember the night, the warmth of the crib
A lamp in the dusk of a corner
And the shadows from the chains of the lamp ...
Weren't you an angel?

TAKE CARE OF MOTHERS

Rasul Gamz atov

I sing about what is forever new
And although I'm not singing a hymn at all,
But a word born in my soul
Finds his own music.
And, not obeying your will,
It rushes to the stars, expands around ...
Music of joy and pain
It thunders - my soul is an orchestra.
But when I say now for the first time
This Word is Miracle, the Word is Light, -
Stand up people!
Fallen alive!
Stand up, children of our turbulent years!
Stand up, pine trees of the age-old forest!
Stand up, straighten the stems of the herbs!
Stand up, all flowers! And get up the mountains!
Raising the sky on their shoulders.
Stand up all and listen while standing,
Saved in all its glory
This word is ancient, holy!
Straighten up! Stand up! .. Stand up everyone!
How forests rise with a new dawn,
Like blades of grass rush to the sun in the heights,
Stand up everybody when you hear this word,
Because in this word is life.
The word is a call and a spell,
In this word there is a soul.
This is the spark of the first consciousness
Baby's first smile
May this word always remain
And, breaking through any congestion
Even in hearts of stone will awaken
Reproach muffled by conscience.
This word will never deceive
The creature of life is hidden in it.
It is the source of everything.
There is no end to it.
Stand up!
I pronounce it:
"Mama"!

LET'S SIT IN SILENCE

Elena Blagina

Mom is sleeping - she is tired ...
Well, I didn't play either!
I don’t start a top,
And I sat down and sit.
My toys don't make noise
Quiet in the empty room
And on my mother's pillow
The ray sneaks golden.
And I said to the beam:
"I also want to move,
I would like a lot:
read aloud and roll the ball,
I would sing a song
I could laugh!
Yes, I don't really want what I want!
But my mother is asleep and I am silent. "
The beam rushed along the wall
And then he slid over to me.
"Nothing - he whispered as if
let's sit in silence. "

LETTER TO MOTHER

Sergey Yesenin

Are you still alive, my old lady?
I am also alive. Hello hello to you!
Let it flow over your hut
That evening unspeakable light
They write to me that you are melting the alarm
I'm saddened a lot about me
That you often go to the road
In an old-fashioned shabby shushun.
And to you in the evening blue gloom
One and the same thing is often seen
Like someone in a tavern fight
I hit my heart with a Finnish knife
Nothing, dear, calm down.
It's just a painful delirium
I'm not so bitter as a drunkard
So that not seeing you, die.
I'm still as gentle
And I only dream about
So that rather from rebellious melancholy
Return to our low house
I'll be back when the branches spread
Our white garden is like spring
Only you have me already at dawn
Don't wake up like eight years ago
Do not wake up what was celebrated
Don't worry about what doesn't come true
Too early loss and fatigue
I happened to experience it in my life.
And don't teach me to pray. Do not!
There is no more return to the old
You alone are my help and joy
You are the one untold light to me.
So forget about your anxiety
Don't be so sad about me.
Don't go so often on the road
In an old-fashioned shabby shushun.

Mothers are leaving us

Evgeny Evtushenko

Our mothers are leaving us
Leave quietly, on tiptoe,
And we sleep peacefully, having fed up with food,
Not noticing this terrible hour.
Our mothers do not leave immediately, no,
It only seems to us that right away.
They leave slowly and strangely
Small steps on the steps of years
They are all deleted, all are deleted.
Waking up from sleep reaches for them,
But hands suddenly hit the air -
A glass wall has grown in it!
We are late. The terrible hour has struck.
We look with constant tears,
Like silent, harsh columns
Our mothers are leaving us ...

TAKE CARE OF MOTHERS

Rasul Gamzatov

"Know, people, there is no worse sorrow,
Than part with your mother!
It is difficult to live forever losing a mother,
No one is happier than those whose mother is alive!
In the name of my dead brothers
Listen - I pray! - in my words!
No matter how the running of events beckons us,
No matter how attracted to your whirlpool,
Take care of your mother's eyes,
From offenses, from hardships, from worries.
Pain for sons is like chalk
Will whiten her braids white.
Even if the heart is hardened
Give your mom a drop of warmth!
If you become a heart, you are harsh
Be, children, more affectionate with her,
Protect your mother from an evil word.
Know that children hurt everyone the most!
If your mothers are tired
You must give them a good rest ...
Keep them away from black shawls!
Mother will leave - and not erase the scar,
The mother will die, and the pain will not be alleviated ...
I conjure: take care of mom!
Children of the world, take care of your mother!
So that mold does not penetrate the soul,
So that our life does not become dark,
In order not to forget the beautiful songs
Those that she sang to us in childhood!

MOTHER

Rasul Gamzatov

Gorsky boy, I'm obnoxious
Known unheard in the family circle
And rejected with stubbornness to adults
All instructions are yours.
But the years passed, and involved in them,
I was not shy before fate
But now I am often shy,
How small, in front of you.
Here we are alone in the house today,
I don’t melt pain in my heart
And on your palms
My gray head.
I'm bitter, mom, sad, mom,
I am a prisoner of stupid vanity
And so little in my life
You felt the attention.
I'm spinning on a noisy carousel.
I'm rushing somewhere, but suddenly again
The heart will shrink: "Really,
I started to forget my mother? "
And you are with love, not with reproach,
Looking anxiously at me,
You will sigh, as if by accident,
Secretly dropping a teardrop.
A star flashing in the sky
Flies into its final flight.
Your boy in the palm of your hand
He lays down his gray head.

MOM SINGING

Agniya Barto

Mom by room
In a white apron
No more fuel will pass
Walks from room to room
Busy with business
And, between things,
Sings.

Cups and saucers
Takes over,
I smile
Does not forget
And hums.

But today
Familiar voice
As if not at all the same.
Buggy mom
Walks around the house
But he sings in a different way.

I hurt my momEmma Moshkovskaya

I offended my mother,
Now never, never
We won't leave the house together,
Do not go anywhere with her.

She will not wave at the window,
And I won't wave to her,
She won't tell you anything
And I won't tell her ...

I'll take the bag by the shoulders,
I will find a piece of bread,
Find me a better stick,
I go, go to the taiga!

I will follow the trail
I was going to look for pydy
And through the turbulent river
Go build bridges!

And I will be the main boss,
And I was with a beard,
And be always sad
And so silent ...

And now there will be a winter evening,
And now many years will pass
And now on the jet plane
Mom will take the ticket.

And on my birthday
That plane will fly
And mom will come out,
And mom will forgive me.

The best person in the world is, of course, mom. Why do we love our mother? For the fact that she is affectionate and kind, for the fact that she knows how to touch us and pity us, for the fact that she is beautiful and smart.

Mom knows how to cook delicious food and it is never boring with her. She knows a lot and will always help us. Mom gives us a feeling of happiness, worries about us, supports us in difficult times. But, most importantly, we love her because she is just a mother.

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A story about mom to children

The best person in the world is, of course, mom. Why do we love our mother? For the fact that she is affectionate and kind, for the fact that she knows how to touch us and pity us, for the fact that she is beautiful and smart.

Mom knows how to cook delicious food and it is never boring with her. She knows a lot and will always help us. Mom gives us a feeling of happiness, worries about us, supports us in difficult times. But, most importantly, we love her because she is just a mother.

Mom is the dearest person in the world. As soon as a person is born, he sees the kind eyes of his mother. If she goes somewhere on business, then the baby will cry inconsolably, having lost her. The first word spoken by the baby is usually the word "mom".

The child grows up and his mother takes him to kindergarten, then to school. And now mom is our best advisor and friend. We share with her our thoughts and ideas, talk about our feelings, about what we have achieved, and what we still need to work on.

Mom can be demanding and strict, but we do not take offense at her, because we know: she only wants the best for us.

Mom's smile is the dearest in the world. After all, when she smiles, it means everything is fine, and any difficulties can be surmounted. We are glad when mom supports us in good endeavors and gives us advice.

A parental blessing means a lot. It seems as if wings appear behind your back, you want to race in full sail, striving to achieve your goal. "Mother's blessing does not sink in water, does not burn in fire"- says folk wisdom.

Mom's hands are golden. That only she does not know how to do! Cooking, cooking, gardening, sewing, knitting, cross-stitching, cleaning the house, babysitting. Mom also knows how to work on a computer, write poetry and dress beautifully.

How many wonderful words poets and writers have dedicated to mothers. Read a poem by the Lithuanian poet Kostas Kubilinskas. How much tenderness and warmth are in his lines.

Mom, very, very
I love you!
I love so much that at night
I don't sleep in the dark.
I stare into the dark
I am in a hurry to dawn.
I keep you all the time
Mommy, I love you!
So the dawn is shining.
It's already dawn.
No one in the world
There is no better mom!

We pronounce the word "mom" with special trepidation. Mom is the closest and dearest person. The role of the mother has always been recognized and honored.

There are many relatives, but the mother is the dearest.

There is no dearer friend than dear mother.

Without a mother and father, the hut is not red.

A kind mother teaches kindness.

The child does not cry, the mother does not understand.

Native land is mother, stranger is stepmother.

The mother feeds the children like the earth of the people.

Motherland, know how to protect it.

A person has one own mother, one is his homeland.

It is warm in the sun, good in the mother.

Where is mother, there is a child.

The bird is happy with spring, and the baby is happy with its mother.

Each of us appreciates the mother. So it was a thousand years ago and now. Every baby lies down and wakes up with the word "mom". And as we grow older, we never forget about the person who gave us life. A lot of proverbs have been invented about the mother. The language of proverbs is rich in artistic images, rich and diverse.

Mother's heart in children.

Whoever respects mother and father will never perish.

Wife for advice, mother-in-law for greetings, but not dearer to his own mother.

Every mother loves her child.

Without a father - half an orphan, and without a mother, and all an orphan.

Mother's affection does not know the norm.

You will find bird milk even in a fairy tale, but you will not find another father-mother in a fairy tale.

You will find everything in the world except your father and mother.

Without a mother, bees are lost children.

A blind puppy is crawling to his mother.

Do not leave your father and mother in old age, and God will not leave you.

Mother is righteous - the fence is made of stone.

The mother's word by (to the wind) does not say.

The mother is hardworking and the children are not lazy.

Motherland cannot be replaced by anything.

The mother is scratching the coat, and the stepmother is against the coat.

The swarm cannot survive without a mother.

Warm, warm, but not summer; kindness, kindness, but not a mother.

The cheese is whiter, and the stepmother's mother is nicer.

It is difficult to give birth, to teach good is even more difficult.

Beloved homeland - dear mother.

To live with a mother is neither boredom, nor grief, nor to know.

God reigns in mother's words.

Not the father, mother, who gave birth, but the one who gave drink, nurtured, and taught good.

Without mother, dear and half joy.

My dear mother is an inextinguishable candle

A mother's heart warms better than the sun.

Homeland is a mother to all mothers.

The most valuable and precious thing in the world is mother and father.

A mother loves a child, and a wolf loves a sheep.

Where is my mother, my dear friend, there is my boot.

Knowledge of proverbs about the mother, like many other serious proverbs, plays an essential role in the cultural and moral education of children.

Congratulating mothers on the 8th of March, of course, we never forget to congratulate our grandmothers. The older generation has a lot of worries on the shoulders. They always find time to work out with their grandchildren, bake a delicious cake, caress and savor, sing a lullaby.

I would like to congratulate my grandmother,
I love my grandmother very much.
Always be healthy, be always with me
Let the troubles and adversities pass.

Grandma is good
- My sweetheart.
- The most beautiful, -
I think so.

We congratulate you
Tomorrow is Women's Day.
For you, dear,
Sing a song.

***
For mothers and beloved grandmothers,
We will find the best words
And we will definitely tell them,
Happy Women's Day.

We wish you health, happiness,
Success, joy, victories,
To make children, grandchildren happy.
From the generous sun - hello!

Alteration verse for grandmother
Alteration author: Iris Revue

Granny beauties
Eat jam
You will like it very much,
Our treat.

We get together,
We'll bake you a cake.
We will buy sweets -
Tell me the grade!

Two grandmothers on a bench
We sat on a hillock.
Grandmothers told:
- We have only fives!

Congratulations to each other
They shook hands with each other
Although they passed the exam
Not grandmothers, but grandchildren.

"Grandma Dina" N. Nosov.

It happened in a kindergarten before the celebration of the Eighth of March. Once, when the children had breakfast and were getting ready to paint flowers, the teacher Nina Ivanovna said:
- Well, children, which of you will say what holiday is coming soon?
- March 8. International Women's Day! - Sveta Kruglova shouted and, jumping up from the chair, jumped on one leg.
Sveta knew all the holidays of the year by heart, because for every holiday she was given some good gift. Therefore, she could even list on her fingers: "New Year", "Eighth of March", "First of May", "Birthday" and so on, until it comes to the new New Year.
Of course, all the other children - both boys and girls - also knew that March Eighth was coming soon, and they also shouted:
- March 8! March 8! International Women's Day!
- Well, good, good! - said Nina Ivanovna, trying to calm the guys. - I see that you know everything. Now let's think about what we will do for the holiday for our mothers. I propose to arrange an exhibition. Let each of you ask your mother to give her a photograph, and we will make frames, hang them on the wall, so there will be an exhibition.
- Aren't we going to learn rhymes for the holiday? Tolya Shcheglov asked.
He was a smart boy, he went to kindergarten from the age of three and knew very well that he had to learn some rhymes for every holiday.
- We will also learn poetry. We have enough time for that. And the cards must be prepared in advance.
Nina Ivanovna said that correctly. She knew that some of the mothers might not have a good card and someone would need to go to a photo studio to take pictures.
And so it happened with Natochka Kashina. That is, not with Natochka Kashina herself, but with her mother. Natochka's mother was even unhappy with the whole idea.
“I’m always nasty in photography,” she said. - I don't have a single good card.
And Natochkin's dad laughed at her and said that this was the only way it seemed to her. Mom eventually even took offense at him. And dad then advised her to go and withdraw, so that at last there was a new, quite good card.
Mom did just that. I went and took a picture. But for some reason she liked the new card even less, and my mother said that on the old cards she was much more beautiful. Then dad said that she should give some old card to the kindergarten.
Mom obeyed and gave Natochka the oldest card. That is, it was only said that she was old. The card was completely new, only it had been removed long ago, even when my mother was very young and had not yet married Natochkin's dad.
In general, in every family there was a lot of talk about these cards. Vladik Ogurtsov's mother said that she was not an excellent student at all, not a leader in labor, and therefore there was no reason to hang her portrait somewhere. But Vladikin's dad said that this is International Women's Day and that all women are placed at an exhibition in a kindergarten not because they are leaders in labor, but because they are kind, good mothers who love their children.
“After all, we have your photograph on the wall in our room,” said Vladikin's dad to mom. - Why can't children hang portraits of their mothers at least for a holiday? If I were the director of a kindergarten, not only on holidays, but all year round, portraits of all mothers would hang on the wall.
Vladikin's mother grinned, but did not argue anymore. In general, everything turned out well in this matter. All the mothers gave their portraits. And then each of the guys drew little white daisies with long petals on a large red cardboard, so they got real frames. Portraits of mothers were glued onto these frames. All the portraits were hung in two rows on the wall, so it turned out to be a real exhibition of paintings.
The guys sat on chairs in a row and admired their exhibition. Everyone was glad that their mothers were hanging at the exhibition. And everything would be fine if Natochka hadn’t suddenly said to Sveta, with whom she was sitting next to:
- You know, Svetochka, your mother is very beautiful, and my mother is very beautiful, but my mother is still more beautiful than your mother.
- Ha ha! - Svetochka said loudly, although she didn’t want to laugh because of the offense. - Ha ha! My mother, if you want to know, is a million or even, if you want to know, a hundred times more beautiful than your mother. Let Pavlik say it. Tell her, Pavlik.
Little Pavlik got up, looked carefully at his mother and said:
- Your mother is beautiful, and your mother is beautiful, and the most beautiful is my mother.
- Some kind of stupid! - Nata said angrily. - They ask him who is more beautiful, Svetkina's mother or mine! Who is the prettier of the two? Understood?
- Understood. Of these two, my mother is the most beautiful of all.
- What with him, you fool, talk! - Sveta said contemptuously pouting her lips. - We'd better ask Tolik. Tell me, Tolik, whose mother is more beautiful?
Tolik went to the wall where the portraits hung, pointed to his mother and said:
- My mother is the most beautiful.
- What? - shouted Nata and Sveta, and Pavlik with them. - That's who is prettier! My mum! My!..
All three jumped up, ran to the portraits, began to point fingers at their mothers. Then the rest of the guys jumped out of their seats. There was a terrible noise. Each one pointed a finger in the face of his mother and shouted:
- My mom is better! My mom is prettier!
Vladik tried to push Nata away with his hand, but Nata pressed her finger tightly to her mother's face and tried to shove Vladik with her foot. Nina Ivanovna ran to the noise. She found out why all this screaming, and ordered everyone to sit on chairs. But no one wanted to leave the exhibition, and everyone shouted that his mother was prettier.
Then Nina Ivanovna noticed one of the smallest boy who did not shout, did not squeal, but sat quietly on his chair and with a calm smile looked at the whole performance. It was Slavik Smirnov, who recently entered a kindergarten. Nina Ivanovna praised Slavik for the fact that he does not make noise, does not shout, and said to the guys:
“Oh, you silly, foolish little creatures! How can it be that everyone is the most beautiful? Here's a look at Slavik. He is the smallest, but the smartest, because he does not shout, squeal and does not point his finger at the card.
- This is because he is new with us and has not yet become bold, - said the black-eyed Ira.
“No, not at all because,” objected Nina Ivanovna. - He understands that the most, the most, the most beautiful is always someone alone. Let Slavik say which of our mothers is the most beautiful, and we will give the most beautiful mother this wonderful bouquet of mimosas.
Then everyone saw that Nina Ivanovna had a huge bouquet of fragrant mimosas in her hands, but no one noticed him before, because everyone was just arguing among themselves and looking at their mothers.
- Let's! Let's! - shouted all at once. - Let Slavik speak. He sat quietly and did not climb forward with his mother. He will tell the truth.
- Well, go and show which mother is the most beautiful, - said Nina Ivanovna to Slavik.
Slavik got up, slowly walked to the exhibition and pointed to a card on which an old woman in an old quilted wadded jacket and an ugly black shawl on her head was filmed.
“This is the most beautiful one,” he said.
What was there! What a cry went up! Everyone began to shout that Slavik had told a lie. And some laughed so loudly that their hair began to shake.
- And there is nothing to laugh about, - said Slavik. - She's just taken off in ugly clothes. Her uncle Vasily took off in overalls at the factory. And when she puts on a beautiful dress on a holiday, she will not be recognized!
- It is he who deliberately says that his mother is the most beautiful, so that she can get a bouquet! - the guys shouted. - Nina Ivanovna, don't give his mother the bouquet!
- Is this my mother? - Slavik was surprised. “This is not my mother at all. It's just Grandma Ding. And my mother is even more beautiful than Grandma Ding.
- What other grandmother Ding? - the guys shouted.
- Well, grandma Dina, - explained Slavik. - When I was little, I could not say "Ding", and just said "Ding". Since then, Ding’s grandmother has become Ding’s grandmother. Mom and Dad left for two years to work in the North, and I live with Grandmother Ding. Grandma Ding is good. She is kind and always plays with me. And now he even gives toys. Now I have grown up and went to kindergarten, so Ding’s grandmother returned to the factory and, when she received her paycheck, bought some present for me. I have a lot of toys now. I keep them, because my grandmother Ding gave them to me.
And then Nina Ivanovna said to the quiet guys:
- You see, my little mice. Each of you seems to be more beautiful than your own mother, because each of you loves his mother. This means that the most beautiful person for us is that person whom we love most of all in the world. It doesn't matter if he is old or young, adult or child.
- And to whom will we give the bouquet, if it so happens that all are beautiful? - asked Nata.
And then Nina Ivanovna said:
- Let's give the bouquet to Grandma Ding, since we agreed so. In addition, many mothers will come to our holiday, and Grandma Ding will be alone. We will give her this bouquet for being the oldest among mothers. Do you agree?
And they all agreed. And so they did. When the mothers came to the kindergarten for the holiday, grandmother Ding came with them. And everyone saw that she was in a beautiful, festive dress, and her hair was completely white, there were many wrinkles on her face, and her eyes were kind, affectionate.
Then everyone read the poems prepared for the holiday, and when the poems were finished, everyone gave his mother her portrait in a beautiful frame with little white daisies. And then Sveta gave a bouquet of mimosas to Din's grandmother. Nina Ivanovna said that the children decided to give a bouquet to Ding's grandmother, because she is the oldest among mothers.
Grandma Ding thanked the children, but did not take all the flowers for herself, but gave each of them a sprig of mimosa. And everyone to whom she gave flowers, she stroked the head with her hand. And when she stroked Sveta's head, Sveta felt that Grandma Ding's hand was soft, affectionate, just like Sveta's mother's. And Sveta was not at all sorry that the flowers went to not her mother.
And Vladik said:
- Next year, my dad will go on a trip to the Kuril Islands, and when International Men's Day is, I will bring a portrait of my grandfather to the exhibition. Then we will give a bouquet of mimosas to my grandfather.
And Nata said:
- Stupid! There are only international women's days, and there are no international men's days.
And Nina Ivanovna said:
- We should say "days", not "days". There really are no international men's days, but that's okay. We will arrange one such day in our kindergarten so that dads and grandfathers would not be offended.
Then all the mothers laughed merrily. And grandmother Ding laughed the happiest of all, as she was glad that she got a bouquet of mimosas.

Mom - gifts

I am beloved mom

I will give gifts:

I will embroider her a handkerchief.

How alive, a flower!

I will clean the apartment cleanly -

And there will be no dust anywhere.

Delicious bake cake

With apple jam ...

Only mom is on the doorstep -

Here and congratulations!

You are my mummy

I congratulate you:

Happy this holiday,

Happy spring,

With the first flowers

And with a good daughter.

* * *

Twinkle

Crunches outside the window

Frosty day.

Stands on the window

Flower-light.

Crimson

The petals are blooming

As if it were really

Lights came on.

I water it

Its shore,

Donate it

I can’t help anyone!

He is very bright,

Very good

Very much like my mother

Looks like a fairy tale!

* * *

Mama

Who to me

Will he sing a song?

Who is the shirt

Will it sew me up?

Who me

Will the food be tasty?

Who laughs

The loudest

My hearing

Ringing laughter?

Who is sad

When I'm sad?..

Mama.

* * *

Washing

You guys don't meddle with us.

I wash with my mom together.

To make the dress cleaner

And the handkerchief was whiter

I rub, not sparing the soap,

I do it, sparing no effort.

Panama has become clean.

"Come on, mom, look!"

Mom smiles at me:

“Strongly, daughter, not three.

I'm afraid that after washing

I'll have to mend holes. "

* * *

Mommy

Who came to me in the morning?

Mommy.

Who said: "It's time to get up"?

Mommy.

Who managed to cook the porridge?

Mommy.

Tea - pour into a bowl?

Mommy.

Who braided my braids?

Mommy.

The whole house was swept up alone?

Mommy.

Who picked flowers in the garden?

Mommy.

Who kissed me?

Mommy.

Who kiddies love to laugh?

Mommy.

Who is the best in the world?

Mommy.

* * *

Conversation with daughter

I do not have enough warmth, -

She told her daughter.

The daughter was surprised:

You freeze

And on summer days?

You won't understand, you are still small

The mother sighed wearily.

And the daughter shouts:

I realized! -

And drags the blanket.

* * *

I love my mom

Mom brings me

Toys, candy,

But I love my mother

Not at all for that.

Funny songs

She hums

We are bored together

It never happens.

I open it to her

All my secrets.

But I love my mother

Not only for that.

I love my mom

I'll tell you straight

Well, just for

That she is my mother!

* * *

Multicolored gift

I am a multi-colored gift

I decided to give it to my mother.

I tried, painted

With four pencils.

But first I'm on red

I pressed too hard

And then for red right away

Purple broke

And then she broke the blue one

And the orange one broke ...

All the same, the portrait is beautiful,

Because this is mom!

"If I were a girl ..."

If I were a girl -

I would not waste time!

I wouldn't jump on the street,

I'd wash my shirts

I would wash the kitchen floor

I would sweep in the room

I would wash cups, spoons,

I would peel the potatoes myself,

All my toys myself

I'd put them in their places!

Why am I not a girl?

I would help my mother so much!

Mom would immediately say:

"You are a fine fellow, son!"

* * *

Mama

Mom's dresses -

Well straight

Countless.

Blue is

And there is green

There is blue

With big flowers -

Each one serves

In my mother's way.

This goes away

She's to the factory

In this to the theater

And he goes to visit,

Sits in this,

Busy with drawings ...

Each one serves

In my mother's way.

Thrown carelessly

On the headboard

Old, shabby

Mom's robe.

I serve it

Take care of mom,

And why -

Guess yourself:

If he puts on

Colored robe,

So the whole evening

Will stay with me.

* * *

That would be like mom

My mom is singing

Always at work

And I always

Helping with the hunt!

Dreaming

Like mom

I become.

I'm learning to iron

And cook,

And wash,

And I wipe the dust

And I sweep the floor ...

I dream.

I dream.

I dream

I dream ...

I dream

Like Mom,

Be able to do everything,

And maybe

Like Mom,

I will learn to sing.

* * *

Mama

It was quiet in the house in the morning,

I wrote in the palm of my hand

Mom's name,

Not in a notebook, on a piece of paper,

Not on a stone wall,

I wrote on my hand

Mom's name.

It was quiet in the house in the morning,

It got noisy in the middle of the day.

What have you hidden in the palm of your hand? -

They began to ask me.

I opened my hand:

I kept my happiness.

* * *

Surprise

And what a gift to mom

Will we give it on Women's Day?

There is a lot for this

Fantastic ideas.

After all, a surprise is prepared for mom -

It is very interesting...

We will knead the dough in the bath

Or wash the chair ...

Well, I'm a present for my mom

I'll paint the wardrobe with flowers

Well b and the ceiling ...

It's a pity I'm short.

* * *

Granny

Mom has a job.

Dad has a job.

They have for me

It remains Saturday.

And grandmother is always at home.

She never scolds me!

Will seat, feed:

Don't be in a hurry.

Well, what's wrong with you,

Tell?

I say, and grandma

Doesn't interrupt

Grains of buckwheat

Sits fingering ...

We feel good - like this, together.

Without a grandmother - what kind of house?

* * *

Poems about grandmother

I love my grandmother very much!

I help her.

I'll buy everything in the store,

I sweep the house -

I will weed and a vegetable garden,

I apply water.

And when the moon rises

I will dream of a fairy tale.

This fairy tale by the window

Grandma will tell you.

I fall asleep, and she

She knits socks for me.

So that in a frosty winter

Legs are not frozen

Me, her dear

And beloved crumbs!

To grandmother, mother, Alyonka-sister

Sasha has been preparing presents for a week.

He needs to be in time for women's day,

Grandpa and Dad are happy to help him!

CONGRATULATIONS WOMEN

Once Sasha was called by his grandfather and dad: “Soon our girls have a holiday. Will you help me make them a present? " they asked. Sasha was surprised: "What holiday?" Dad replied: "The best spring holiday is International Women's Day!" And then he and his grandfather told the story of this holiday. Sasha listened and thought what could be done for his dear grandmother, mother and sister.

Why is International Women's Day celebrated on 8 March? What's the story of March 8th? Earlier, in many countries, women did not have the right to vote, they could not study. The girls were not allowed to go to school. Of course, it offended them!

Then the women were allowed to work. But the working conditions were difficult. Then in New York (a city in the United States of America), more than 150 years ago, female workers marched through the "march of empty pans." They loudly beat empty pans and demanded higher wages, better working conditions and equal rights for women and men. This surprised everyone so much that the event was called Women's Day.

Then, for years, women staged protests. They demanded an electoral vote, opposed the terrible working conditions. They especially protested against child labor. Then it was decided to choose one common women's day for many countries. Women from different countries have agreed that it is on this day that they will remind men that women must be respected.

For the first time, International Women's Day was held on March 19, 1911 in Germany, Austria, Denmark and some other European countries. This date was chosen by the women of Germany. In the Soviet Union, March 8 was a regular working day for a long time. But on May 8, 1965, on the eve of the 20th anniversary of Victory in the Great Patriotic War, International Women's Day was declared a holiday.

In 1977, the UN (United Nations) declared March 8 as the day of the struggle for women's rights - International Women's Day. This day is declared a national holiday in many countries. Therefore, mothers and grandmothers on this day can relax a little, go to a festive concert, talk to their children.

This is the first holiday of spring - the most beautiful time of the year. March 8 we alwayscongratulations our mothers, grandmothers, who devote so much time to our upbringing, as well as sisters and girls we know. On this day, dads congratulate their wives and mothers, give them flowers. And you can make a gift with your own hands -paper flower , postcard, drawing. Mom and grandmother will love everything that you give from the bottom of your heart.

And how and when do they congratulate mothers and girls in other countries? After all, not everywhere March 8 is an official holiday.

Mother's Day is celebrated in the United States and Western Europe in the spring. Earlier, on the fourth Sunday of Great Lent, people brought gifts to the local ("mother") village church. Nowadays, children give their mothers greeting cards and gifts, arrange a “day of obedience”.

The Spaniards celebrate Women's Day on 5 February. This is the day of remembrance of Saint Ageda - the patroness of women.

The peoples of South and North India worship the goddesses of happiness, beauty and home Lakshmi and Parvati. These days are celebrated in September-October. People decorate houses with flowers, give gifts to women.

On March 3, the Japanese celebrate Hina Matsuri, a girls' holiday. This day is also called the peach blossom holiday. In ancient times, a doll was cut out of paper on this day. Then the toy was burned or thrown into the water. Fire and water were supposed to carry away all misfortunes. But over time, they stopped destroying the dolls. Now they are made of clay and wood, dressed in silk dresses. Sometimes they even organize exhibitions of dolls.

In ancient times, in early March, the feast of matronalia was celebrated in ancient Rome. On this day, matrons (as the Romans called free-born, married women) received gifts from their husbands and were surrounded by attention and love.

Gifts, but less valuable, were received by the slaves. The mistress of the house gave the slaves a day off on that day.

Dressed in smart clothes, with fragrant wreaths on their heads, the Romans went to the Round Temple of the goddess Vesta - the keeper of the hearth and hearth of the Roman community.

In the XIX century. that the fair sex had some rights, and there could be no question. Women were forbidden to participate in elections and hold leading positions. Female labor was considered less skilled, they sometimes worked 16 hours a day, while receiving pennies.

In 1908, the first March demonstration of women took place in New York, demanding equal rights with men. The inspiration and ideologist of this movement was the German communist Clara Zetkin. The decision on the annual celebration of International Women's Day was taken in 1910 at the II International Conference of Women Activists of the Socialist Movement in Copenhagen.

The exact date was not set then. And only three years later they decided to celebrate this holiday on March 8th. This proposal sounded like a call to all women in the world to join the fight for equality.

In Russia, for the first time, International Women's Day was celebrated in 1913 in St. Petersburg. On March 2, 1913, 1,500 people gathered in the building of the Kalashnikovskaya Bread Exchange on Poltava Street. The agenda of the scientific readings included the following issues: the right to vote for women; state support of motherhood; about the high cost of life. The following year, in many European states on March 8 and other days close to this date, women organized marches in protest against the war.

In 1917, Russian women took to the streets on the last Sunday of February with the slogans "Bread and Peace." This demonstration preceded the change of power in the country - four days later, Emperor Nicholas II abdicated the throne. The Provisional Government that came to power guaranteed women the right to vote. This historic day fell on February 23 according to the Julian calendar, which was used in Russia at that time, and on March 8 according to the Gregorian calendar.

International Women's DayMarch 8 from the first years of Soviet power it became a public holiday. Since 1965, this day has been declared non-working. There was also his festive ritual. On this day, at solemn events, the state reported to society on the implementation of state policy towards women.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the dayMarch 8 remained in the list of public holidays of the Russian Federation. It is also celebrated in many CIS countries.

Much water has flowed under the bridge since the advent of the holiday. The need for women to fight for their rights in our country seems to have disappeared. Women have achieved a lot in this struggle - they lay the asphalt, and carry such weights that not every man can handle, and work on tractors, and play football ... It seems that there is nothing to fight for - at least cancel the holiday! But for some reason they do not cancel.

Well, if without irony - this holiday has long lost its political coloring, and we celebrate it as a holiday of Spring, Love, Beauty.

In the family, traditionally, women are freed from household duties and presented with gifts. On this day, there are especially many flowers on the streets and in houses. Indeed, flowers are a wonderful gift. But since Women's Day is a spring holiday, off-season roses and carnations are better served another time. And on this day, let the long-awaited fresh scent of spring come to the house along with daffodils, hyacinths, freesias, cyclamens, tulips.