The poetess composed her first poem at the age of 4:
The donkey stood on a stool,
Donkey ate his pill.
Finally a throat
He got it.
Probably since then, inspiration and the ability to see the world through the eyes of a child have remained with Moritz forever. It's time to open the book of the poetess, for example, "The roof went home" with wonderful illustrations by E. Antonenkov, which will give a starting point for the manifestation of your baby's fantasy and imagination.
The amazing, fabulous world of Yunna Moritz, somewhere even difficult for a child to perceive: with bouquets of cats, a pie composer, a hairstyle carriage, a fog in sour cream - will not leave indifferent either children or adults.
Yunna Moritz was born on June 2, 1937 in Kyiv. My father had a double higher education: engineering and legal, he worked as an engineer on transport branches. Mother graduated from the gymnasium before the revolution, gave French lessons, mathematics, worked in art crafts, as a nurse in a hospital and whoever she had, even as a lumberjack.
In the year of Yunna's birth, their father was arrested on a slanderous denunciation, after a few months they found him innocent, he returned, but quickly began to go blind. The blindness of her father, according to the poetess, had an extraordinary impact on the development of her inner vision.
In 1941-45, mother, father, elder sister and Yunna lived in Chelyabinsk, father worked at a military factory.
In 1954 she graduated from high school in Kyiv and entered the extramural philological faculty.
In 1955 she entered day department poetry of the Literary Institute in Moscow and graduated from it in 1961.
In the summer - autumn of 1956, on the icebreaker "Sedov", Yunna Moritz sailed through the Arctic and was on many winterings, including at Cape Zhelaniya, on Novaya Zemlya, in the area of \u200b\u200bwhich the "non-peaceful atom" was tested.
In 1961, her first book, Cape Desire, was published in Moscow.
The second book by Yunna Moritz "Vine" was published in Moscow only 9 years later, in 1970.
In 1963, a poem for children was published in the magazine "Youth", where on this occasion a heading "For younger brothers and sisters" appeared.
In Yunna's poetry, Moritz is widely represented animal world so necessary for kids in early age. Goats, cows, goats, dolphins and, above all, the adorable cats of the poetess: a fat cat, a crimson cat, and even a croaking cat. They are all kind, gentle and sweet. The poetess could not do without charming dogs and puppies who “sniff the flowers and sing serenades”, work as a postman and for whom “forget-me-nots bloom in the soul, the clarinet plays in the stomach”.
The poetry of Yunna Moritz is unusually figurative. The images of animate food are amazing and loved: “There were two fried eggs ...”, the food is magical, it can turn into clothes:
"The hat came from a tomato,
The tie came from a cucumber ... "
("Wonderful Things")
Clothing is a separate character in the work of Moritz: shoes "... drink water on the beach." As in the work of any poet, Yunna Moritz has images that run through all her poetry. For example, the image of smoke ("House with a chimney"), which warms the sky in winter. This is also a cheerful tasty steam that puffs in the kettle, "... and sometimes it sticks out of the nose like a question mark." Abstract concepts materialize in the most bizarre way, for example, in the poem “So that we all fly and grow”, we learn that thoughts in a child’s head can grow, and if “to be bored in green melancholy ...”, to be lazy, then
“... thoughts turn sour,
And the wings will droop
Like rags
In the abyss of the sea."
It is interesting that all the heroes of Yunna Petrovna Moritz's poems, animate and inanimate, behave like children. The heroes exactly copy their behavior: they tumble, throw their socks under the closet, feel sad, fantasize, fool around, act up. In each poem, we feel the boundless love of the poetess for her heroes, and for children in general. That is why the characters are cute and good-natured, mischievous and funny, unusual and even fantastic. In her poetry, the laws of the game, a funny dream, a cheerful confusion operate, when you can invent anything you like, fantasize, compose unprecedented words, go on fun trips with the characters. An indefatigable thirst to make every day, every second a holiday, to extract all the colors, voices, smells, makes Yunna Moritz create more and more new characters.
In Yunna Moritz you will not find edification, teachings. The child has every right to be sad, create, fantasize, fool around, be capricious. According to Yunna Petrovna, children need to be brought up with love, sometimes pampered, “they need to be freed from all prohibitions that do not cause physical harm to them and others”, and the child must also know that he falls into the world of evil. With her work, the poetess, perhaps, is trying to protect children from this world as much as possible. Moritz's language is always natural, devoid of any false pathos. Moritz's rhythmic and sometimes obviously absurd poems have no age restrictions. The pleasure of reading them and a sea of laughter, even laughter is guaranteed to everyone.
From 1970 to 1990, Yunna Moritz published books of lyrics: "Vine", "Severe thread", "In the light of life", "Third eye", "Favorites", "Blue fire", "On this shore high", "In the lair vote". After that, it was not published for 10 years.
"Face" (2000), "In this way" (2000, 2001), "By law - hello to the postman" (2005, 2006) came out with the inclusion of graphics and paintings in the content, which, according to the poetess, are not illustrations, these are - such verses, in such language.
Government Prize Russian Federation in the field of culture for creativity for children and youth (2011)
A BIG SECRET
FOR A SMALL COMPANY
Under the sad moo
Under a cheerful growl,
Under friendly neighing
Is born into the world
A big secret
For the little one
For such a small company,
For such a modest company
Huge such
Secret:
- Oh, if only with someone ...
Ah, if only with someone ...
Ah, it would only be with someone
Talk!
ROOF GOING HOME
The boy walked, the owl flew,
The roof was going home
This roof did not want
Sleep outside in winter.
Washing saucers two camels
And the firewood meowed
I was waiting for them to return
Roof, boy and owl.
The sofa sleeps with me in an embrace,
Dancing snow overhead
Suddenly I hear - I beckoned to the button
A boy with a roof and an owl!
I'm off that beam bom
Became a song for words
I sing when everyone is at home -
Roof, boy and owl.
The boy walked, the owl flew,
The roof was going home -
That's what it was
Wednesday night in winter!
IT IS VERY INTERESTING
It is very interesting -
From whom does the river run?
It is very interesting -
What is rattling in the tram?
Why does the starling sing?
Why is the bear roaring?
Why is one in the den
Does the other live in the nest?
It is very interesting -
Who planted the trees?
Who invented the crocodile
Is that the name Crocodile?
Who named an elephant an elephant?
It is very interesting -
Who to Sazan and Pheasant
Gave such names?
It is very interesting -
Look at the ant
It is very interesting -
How is his family doing?
Life is not easy for her
'Cause there's less of a cat
Less fly, less midge,
He is the smallest of all, ant!
It is very interesting -
Where does the dragonfly sleep?
It is very interesting -
Why is the goat silent?
It is very interesting -
Does the storm beat on the drum?
It's, it's wonderful
That everyone, all children
And everyone, all people
The eyes are on the face!
DAMN
A funny devil jumped up to us,
He tumbled and danced
He ate ice cream, cake,
He scratched his horns with hooves!
He beat the drum with his tail,
Then he made a knight's move,
Then he ran across the couch,
Until I fell asleep on it.
We took off the devil's clothes,
Removed hooves, tail and horns
And they saw that the devil -
Our adorable child!
YESTERDAY AT THE QUEEN
Yesterday at the Queen's
It was a holiday for elephants
who danced
No skirts or pants.
Without skirts and pants?!
Yes, yes, the elephants danced
Without skirts and pants
Without shoes and boots
Without jackets and blouses
Without wigs and hats
No bows or beads!
But all the other guests
At the festival of elephants
They danced without taking off
No skirts, no pants
No shoes, no boots
No jackets, no blouses
No wigs, no hats
No bows, no beads.
I also danced there.
Titmouse on an elephant
And there were only feathers
And wings on me.
And there were only feathers?!
And wings on me?!
Yes, there were only feathers
And wings on me!
And whistled songs
I'm twirling my tail.
And twirled her tail
I, whistling songs!
And in the morning the elephant is happy
He took me home
Walking along Sretenka
In the Christmas frost -
Without a coat and boots
No hat and pants
Covering my ears
For the sweetest dreams!
Under these ears
I slept so sweetly
that I danced in my sleep
Titmouse on an elephant.
Who?.. I?.. Danced in a dream?..
Titmouse on an elephant?..
Yes, I danced in my sleep
Titmouse on an elephant!
And whistled songs
I'm twirling my tail.
And twirled her tail
I, whistling songs!
FUNNY FROG
Merry Frog
Lived in the same river
Upside down her hut
Stood, bre-ke-ke!
The hut did not stand
And floated upside down
But it didn't change
Frog business!
The hut tumbled
The frog was having fun
In a green dress
Danced, couple-pam!
She has two hands
Played the accordion
She has two legs
Banging on the drum!
sad frogs
They languished and suffered
In green pillows
Kwa-kva, they sobbed.
And happiness is not seen
Sad frogs!
From them they got
Sad old ladies.
They mutter sadly
And moan in the distance:
- Kwa-kva, it ached for the rain
In the back, in the leg, in the arm...
A cheerful old woman
funny frog,
When he remembers what happened to her, -
Laughs, bre-ke-ke!
She has two hands
Played the accordion
She has two legs
Banging on the drum!
The hut tumbled
The frog was having fun
In a green dress
Danced, couple-pam!
News, reviews and testimonials:
Blog "Monkey Books and Toys" about Yunna Moritz's book "The roof was going home"
Irina Alpatova, ihappymama.ru: To be honest, these are very wonderful books! Incredible Poems
Yunna Moritz can rightly be called one of the outstanding poetesses of our time, whose work was and continues to be the very embodiment of sensitivity. The poems, full of true perception of reality, have been translated into many languages of the world. The biography of the poetess is saturated with troubles brought by her very year of birth. However, none of the hardships of fate managed to break the spirit of Yunna. Having overcome everything that was destined for her by chance, Moritz found her true destiny and for many decades has pleased not only the Russian audience, but also foreign admirers with her poems. The years of the ban on the publication of her work were compensated at the time when a person gained freedom of speech and creativity.
Themes of Yunna Moritz's poems:
Directions in the work of Moritz once again prove her undoubted talent. During the years of oppression, she develops as a children's poetess. Her poems, filled with instructions that are easy to understand for the younger generation, also surprise older people, many of whom leave their favorite lines in their memory and re-read them with joy later. The lyrical works of Moritz are made in the best traditions of classical performance. Her poetic style does not allow pathos, preferring precise rhymes and allegories.
