«When, after learning things from the beginning, / We start to spell unsophisticated words / And realize that each one has its meaning / Like "Water", "Fire", "Old-man", "Deer", "Herb", / / We childishly are joyful and surprised / That letters were invented for the ages, / ...»
«So many stars swarm in the frame / Right between the window sashes. / In the clear nights they flame / Like a writing, all gold flashes. / / Through the window circle head / You discover, while recalling, / Polygons, triangles, squares / Of the world fiery drawing.»
«(a play-rhyme) Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling. / Little Olya has lost her ring! / From her finger it slipped, / Down the porch-steps it tripped. / And it rolled and it rolled / And it ran away / Till it hid in a bush / And there it lay. Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-l...»
«Soft, on stealthy feet comes Sleep: / Through a cranny it will creep Bringing dreams that promise joy / To every little girl and boy. It shows us fairy picture-tales / Which only those can see / Who go to bed and close their eyes / Tight as tight can be. But little folk who will no...»