Speech therapy session in a preparatory group. “An evening of riddles based on the works of S.
Marshak's riddles for children
Samuil Marshak's riddle poems delight all children. The clever riddles of this author can baffle not only children, but also adults. Therefore, do not stop training your memory, thinking and attention - solve riddles!
Marshak's riddles
He makes noise in the field and in the garden,
But it won't get into the house.
And I'm not going anywhere
As long as he goes.
Answer? Rain
What is before us:
Two shafts behind the ears,
Before our eyes on the wheel
And the saddle on the nose?
Answer? Glasses
Blue house at the gate.
Guess who lives in it.
The door is narrow under the roof -
Not for a squirrel, not for a mouse,
Not for the outsider,
Talkative starling.
News is flying through this door,
They spend half an hour together.
News does not stay for a long time -
They fly in all directions!
Answer? Mailbox
She got down to business
She squealed and sang.
I ate, I ate
Oak, oak,
Broke
Tooth, tooth.
Answer? Saw
We always walk together,
Similar as brothers.
We are at lunch - under the table,
And at night - under the bed.
Answer? Boots
They beat him with a hand and a stick.
Nobody feels sorry for him.
Why are they beating the poor guy?
And for the fact that he is inflated!
Answer? Ball
Early in the morning outside the window -
Knocking, and ringing, and chaos.
Along straight steel tracks
Red houses are walking around.
They reach the outskirts,
And then they run back.
The owner sits in front
And he rings the alarm with his foot.
Turns deftly
The handle is in front of the window.
Where the sign "Stop" is
Stops the house.
Every now and then to the site
People come in from the street.
And the hostess is in order
He gives everyone tickets.
Answer? Tram
Who, curling up couples as they run,
Blowing smoke
pipe,
Carries forward
And myself
And me too?
Answer? Train
Ask me
How I work.
Around the axis
I'm spinning on my own.
Answer? Wheel
Its spring and summer
We saw him dressed.
And in the fall from the poor thing
All the shirts were torn off.
But winter snowstorms
They dressed him in furs.
Answer? Tree
She was green, small,
Then I became scarlet.
I turned black in the sun,
And now I'm ripe.
Holding the cane with your hand,
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
You will eat me and the bone
Plant in your garden.
Answer? Cherry
On New Year's Eve he came to the house
Such a ruddy fat man.
But every day he lost weight
And finally he disappeared completely.
Answer? Calendar
We walk at night
We walk during the day
But nowhere
We won't leave.
We hit well
Every hour.
And you, friends,
Don't hit us!
Answer? Watch
In the Linen Country
Along the Prostynya River
The steamer is sailing
Back and forth.
And behind him there is such a smooth surface -
Not a wrinkle in sight!
Answer? Iron
Musician, singer, storyteller,
All it takes is a circle and a box.
Answer? Gramophone
In a snowy field along the road
My one-legged horse is rushing
And for many, many years
Leaves a black mark.
Answer? Feather
I'm the most active worker
In the workshop.
I'm beating as hard as I can
Day after day.
How I envy a couch potato,
What is lying around without any use,
I'll pin him to the board
I'll hit you on the head!
The poor thing will hide in the board -
His cap is barely visible.
Answer? Hammer and nail
I just keep going,
And if I do, I’ll fall.
Answer? Bike
He is your portrait
Similar to you in everything.
Are you laughing -
He will laugh too.
You are jumping -
He jumps towards you.
You will cry -
He cries with you.
Answer? Reflection in the mirror
Even though he didn't leave for a moment
Since your birthday,
You haven't seen his face
But only reflections.
Answer? You yourself
We look alike.
If you make faces at me,
I grimace too.
Answer? Reflection in the mirror
I'm your comrade, captain.
When the ocean is angry
And you wander in the darkness
On a lonely ship, -
Light a lantern in the darkness of the night
And consult me:
I'll sway, I'll tremble -
And I will show you the way to the north.
Answer? Compass
Standing in the garden among the pond
A column of silver water.
Answer? Fountain
In the hut -
Izba,
At the hut -
Pipe.
I lit a torch
Placed it on the threshold
There was a noise in the hut,
There was a buzz in the pipe.
The people see the flames,
But it doesn’t simmer.
Answer? Bake
I am your horse and carriage.
My eyes are two fires.
A heart warmed by gasoline,
It's pounding in my chest.
I wait patiently and silently
On the street, at the gate,
And again my voice is wolf
People are scared on the way.
Answer? Automobile
Here is the green mountain
There is a deep hole in it.
What a miracle! What a miracle!
Someone ran out of there
On wheels and with a pipe,
The tail drags behind it.
Answer? Locomotive
From prison one hundred sisters
Released into the open
They take them carefully
Rubbing my head against the wall,
They strike deftly once and twice -
Your head will light up.
Answer? Matches
My dear friend
In the tea trust the chairman:
The whole family in the evening
He treats you to tea.
He's a tall and strong guy,
Swallows wood chips without harm.
Although he is not very tall,
And it puffs like a steam engine.
Answer? Samovar
wooden road,
It goes up steeply:
Every step -
It's a ravine.
Answer? Step ladder
How did the four brothers go?
Tumble under the trough,
Carry me with you
Along the highway.
Answer? Four wheels
Behind the glass door
Someone's heart is beating -
So quiet
So quiet.
Answer? Watch
Along the paths, along the paths
He's running.
And if you give him a boot -
He's flying.
They throw it up and to the side
In the meadow.
They butt his head
On the run.
Answer? Ball
We caught our river
They brought her home
The stove was hot
And we swim in winter.
Answer? Plumbing
Like a leafless branch,
I am straight, dry, subtle.
You met me often
In the student's diary.
Answer? Unit
There is a boy in my house
Three and a half years old.
He lights without fire
There is light throughout the apartment.
He will click once -
It's light here.
He will click once -
And the light went out.
Answer? Light bulb
I rule a horned horse.
If this horse
I won't put you up against the fence,
He will fall without me.
Answer? Bike
She lets me into the house
And he lets him out.
At night under lock and key
She keeps my sleep.
She is neither in the city nor in the yard
Doesn't ask to go for a walk.
Looks into the corridor for a moment -
And into the room again.
Answer? Door
He makes noise in the field and garden,
But it won't get into the house.
And I'm not going anywhere
As long as he goes.
(Rain)
On New Year's Eve he came to the house
Such a ruddy fat man.
But every day I lost my weight
And in the end he completely disappeared.
(Calendar)
We walk at night
We walk during the day
But nowhere
We won't leave.
We hit well
Every hour.
And you, friends,
Don't hit us!
(Watch)
What is before us:
Two shafts behind the ears,
Before our eyes on the wheel
And the saddle on the nose?
(Glasses)
We always walk together,
Similar as brothers.
We are at lunch - under the table,
And at night - under the bed.
(Sandals)
I'm the most active worker
In the workshop.
I'm beating as hard as I can
Day after day.
How I envy a couch potato,
What is lying around without any use,
I'll pin him to the board
I'll hit you on the head!
The poor thing will hide in the board -
His cap is barely visible.
(Hammer)
Blue house at the gate.
Guess who lives in it.
The door is narrow under the roof -
Not for a squirrel, not for a mouse,
Not for the outsider,
Talkative starling.
News is flying through this door,
They spend half an hour together.
News does not stay for a long time -
They fly in all directions!
(Mailbox)
Musician, singer, storyteller,
And just a circle and a box.
(Player)
They beat him with a hand and a stick,
Nobody feels sorry for him.
Why are they beating the poor guy?
And for the fact that he is inflated!
(Ball)
In the Linen Country
Along the Prostynya River
The steamer is sailing
Back and forth.
And behind him there is such a smooth surface -
Not a wrinkle in sight!
(Iron)
She got down to business
She squealed and sang.
I ate, I ate
Oak, oak,
Broke
Tooth, tooth.
(Saw)
I just keep going,
And if I do, I’ll fall.
(Bike)
13
Who, curling up couples as they run,
Blowing smoke through the pipe,
Carries forward
And myself
And me too?
(Locomotive)
14
She was green, small,
Then I became scarlet.
I turned black in the sun,
And now I'm ripe.
Holding the cane with your hand,
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
You will eat me and the bone
Burrow in your garden.
(Cherry)
(Illustrated by V. Konashevich, published by Detgiz, 1950)
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Marshak's riddles are the easiest to remember. These are small educational whole poems that will undoubtedly appeal to every child. We have collected online the best Marshak riddles with answers.
She lets me into the house
And he lets him out.
At night under lock and key
She keeps my sleep.
She is neither in the city nor in the yard
Doesn't ask to go for a walk.
Looks into the corridor for a moment -
And into the room again.
Like a leafless branch,
I am straight, dry, subtle.
You met me often
In the student's diary.
She got down to business
She squealed and sang.
I ate, I ate
Oak, oak,
Broke
Tooth, tooth.
wooden road,
It goes up steeply:
Every step -
It's a ravine.
Step ladder
In the Linen Country
Along the Prostynya River
The ship is sailing
Back and forth.
And behind him there is such a smooth surface -
Not a wrinkle in sight!
We always walk together,
Similar as brothers.
We are at lunch - under the table,
And at night - under the bed.
On New Year's Eve he came to the house
Such a ruddy fat man.
But every day he lost weight,
And finally he disappeared completely.
Calendar
There is a boy in my house
Three and a half years old.
He lights without fire
There is light throughout the apartment.
He will click once -
It's light here.
He will click once -
And the light went out.
Light bulb
Here is the green mountain
There is a deep hole in it.
What a miracle! What a miracle!
Someone ran out of there
On wheels and with a pipe,
The tail drags behind it.
Standing in the garden among the pond
A column of silver water.
What is before us:
Two shafts behind the ears,
Before our eyes on the wheel
And the saddle on the nose?
I'm the most active worker
In the workshop.
I'm beating as hard as I can
Day after day.
How I envy a couch potato,
What is lying around without any use,
I'll pin him to the board
I'll hit you on the head!
The poor thing will hide in the board -
His cap is barely visible.
Hammer and nail
How did the four brothers go?
Tumble under the trough,
Carry me with you
Along the highway.
Four wheels
My dear friend
In the tea trust the chairman:
The whole family in the evening
He treats you to tea.
He's a tall and strong guy,
Swallows wood chips without harm.
Although he is not very tall,
And it puffs like a steam engine.
Who, curling up couples as they run,
Blowing smoke
pipe,
Carries forward
And myself
And me too?
He makes noise in the field and in the garden,
But it won’t get into the house.
And I'm not going anywhere
As long as he goes.
She was green, small,
Then I became scarlet.
I turned black in the sun,
And now I'm ripe.
Holding the cane with your hand,
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
You will eat me and the bone
Plant in your garden.
In the hut -
Izba,
At the hut -
Pipe.
I lit a torch
Placed it on the threshold
There was a noise in the hut,
There was a buzz in the pipe.
The people see the flames,
But it doesn’t simmer.
He is your portrait
Similar to you in everything.
Are you laughing -
He will laugh too.
You are jumping -
He jumps towards you.
You will cry -
He cries with you.
Reflection in the mirror
We caught our river
They brought her home
The stove was hot
And we swim in winter.
Plumbing
Musician, singer, storyteller,
All it takes is a circle and a box.
In a snowy field along the road
My one-legged horse is rushing
And for many, many years
Leaves a black mark.
Even though he didn't leave for a moment
Since your birthday,
You haven't seen his face
But only reflections.
We walk at night
We walk during the day
But nowhere
We won't leave.
We hit well
Every hour.
And you, friends,
Don't hit us!
Behind the glass door
Someone's heart is beating -
So quiet
So quiet.
Its spring and summer
We saw him dressed.
And in the fall from the poor thing
All the shirts were torn off.
But winter snowstorms
They dressed him in furs.
Ask me
How I work.
Around the axis
I'm spinning on my own.
I'm your comrade, captain.
When the ocean is angry
And you wander in the darkness
On a lonely ship, -
Light a lantern in the darkness of the night
And consult me:
I'll sway, I'll tremble -
And I will show you the way to the north.
They beat him with a hand and a stick.
Nobody feels sorry for him.
Why are they beating the poor guy?
And for the fact that he is inflated!
We look alike.
If you make faces at me,
I grimace too.
Reflection in the mirror
I just keep going,
And if I do, I’ll fall.
Bike
Blue house at the gate.
Guess who lives in it.
The door is narrow under the roof -
Not for a squirrel, not for a mouse,
Not for the outsider,
Talkative starling.
News is flying through this door,
They spend half an hour together.
News does not stay for a long time -
They fly in all directions!
Mailbox
Early in the morning outside the window -
Knocking, and ringing, and chaos.
Along straight steel tracks
Red houses are walking around.
They reach the outskirts,
And then they run back.
The owner sits in front
And he rings the alarm with his foot.
Turns deftly
The handle is in front of the window.
Where the sign “Stop” is,
Stops the house.
Every now and then to the site
People come in from the street.
And the hostess is in order
He gives everyone tickets.
Along the paths, along the paths
He's running.
And if you give him a boot -
He's flying.
They throw it up and to the side
In the meadow.
They butt his head
On the run.
From prison one hundred sisters
Released into the open
They take them carefully
Rubbing my head against the wall,
They strike deftly once and twice -
Your head will light up.
I rule a horned horse.
If this horse
I won't put you up against the fence,
He will fall without me.
Bike
I am your horse and carriage.
My eyes are two fires.
A heart warmed by gasoline,
It's pounding in my chest.
I wait patiently and silently
On the street, at the gate,
And again my voice is wolf
People are scared on the way.
Automobile
Marshak's riddles for children
Marshak's children's riddles in style largely imitate what is used in folk riddles. However, unlike the latter, the hidden objects are not related to nature, living beings, humans, but to the technical component of our lives: Marshak took the simplest things used in everyday life (iron, hammer, saw, glasses, etc.) and also described them as simply as possible.
It's amazing how easy to understand his riddles are. Simple rhymes, phonetic clarity - these are all the things that help not only quickly understand Marshak’s childhood riddles, but also remember them for life.
At the same time, Marshak’s riddles do not provide such a detailed description as, for example, Chukovsky’s riddles. They give only a small hint, on the basis of which the child, in order to find the correct answer, must use his imagination, logical thinking, existing vocabulary and all his knowledge.
Of course, such riddles have a much stronger impression on children than an automatic answer in rhyme or searching for an answer based on the most detailed characteristics. But they are also more complex, therefore, given the fact that Marshak, when composing his riddles, was clearly guided by the age of his listener, do not rush to read all the poems given in this section to the child.
First of all, look at the answer: it is always written under each riddle. The item listed there should be familiar to your child. Next, read the riddle itself and make sure that all the phrases used there will not raise questions for the little one. Only after this can you proceed directly to the guessing game.
Of course, you don’t have to follow the above sequence of actions when studying Marshak’s educational online riddles for kids. However, only with the right approach to learning can you instill in a child a love and taste for literary speech, broaden his horizons, instill perseverance, help him feel the richness of the language, develop logic and ingenuity, and activate speech. And then the riddle will not be just a poem, but a whole teaching aid.
Open to your child - no matter how old he is: 5 or 10 - the best Marshak riddles online - so interesting, multifaceted, educational, sincere and at the same time funny. And very soon you will see all these qualities in your child.
Marshak riddles*** He makes noise in the field and in the garden,
But it won't get into the house.
And I'm not going anywhere
As long as he goes. (Rain) *** What is before us:
Two shafts behind the ears,
Before our eyes on the wheel
And the saddle on the nose? (Glasses) *** Blue house at the gate.
Guess who lives in it. The door is narrow under the roof -
Not for a squirrel, not for a mouse,
Not for the outsider,
Talkative starling. News is flying through this door,
They spend half an hour together.
News does not stay for a long time -
They fly in all directions! (Mailbox) *** She got down to business,
She squealed and sang.
I ate, I ate
Oak, oak,
Broke
Tooth. tooth. (Saw) *** We always walk together,
Similar as brothers.
We are at lunch - under the table,
And at night - under the bed. (Boots) *** They beat him with their hand and a stick.
Nobody feels sorry for him.
Why are they beating the poor guy?
And for the fact that he is inflated! (Ball) *** Early in the morning outside the window -
Knocking, and ringing, and chaos.
Along straight steel tracks
Red houses are walking around. They reach the outskirts,
And then they run back.
The owner sits in front
And he rings the alarm with his foot. Turns deftly
The handle is in front of the window.
Where the sign "Stop" is
Stops the house. Every now and then to the site
People come in from the street.
And the hostess is in order
He gives everyone tickets. (Tram)
*** Who, as he runs, curls up a couple,
Blowing smoke
pipe,
Carries forward
And myself
And me too? (Train)
*** Ask me
How I work.
Around the axis
I'm spinning on my own. (Wheel) *** Its spring and summer
We saw him dressed. And in the fall from the poor thing
All the shirts were torn off. But winter snowstorms
They dressed him in furs. (Tree)
*** She was green, small,
Then I became scarlet.
I turned black in the sun,
And now I'm ripe. Holding the cane with your hand,
I've been waiting for you for a long time.
You will eat me and the bone
Plant in your garden. (Cherry) *** On New Year’s Eve he came to the house
Such a ruddy fat man. But every day he lost weight
And finally he disappeared completely. (Calendar)
*** We walk at night,
We walk during the day
But nowhere
We won't leave. We hit well
Every hour.
And you, friends,
Don't hit us! (Watch)
*** In Linen Country
Along the Prostynya River
The steamer is sailing
Back and forth.
And behind him there is such a smooth surface -
Not a wrinkle in sight! (Iron)
*** Musician, singer, storyteller,
All it takes is a circle and a box. (Gramophone)
*** In a snowy field along the road
My one-legged horse is rushing
And for many, many years
Leaves a black mark. (Feather) *** I am the most lively worker
In the workshop.
I'm beating as hard as I can
Day after day. How I envy a couch potato,
What is lying around without any use,
I'll pin him to the board
I'll hit you on the head! The poor thing will hide in the board -
His cap is barely visible. (Hammer and nail) *** I can only keep going,
And if I do, I’ll fall. (Bicycle) *** He is your portrait,
Similar to you in everything.
Are you laughing -
He will laugh too.
You are jumping -
He jumps towards you.
You will cry -
He cries with you. (Reflection in the mirror) *** Even though he didn’t leave for a moment
Since your birthday,
You haven't seen his face
But only reflections. (You yourself) *** We are similar to each other.
If you make faces at me,
I grimace too. (Reflection in the mirror) *** I am your comrade, captain.
When the ocean is angry
And you wander in the darkness
On a lonely ship, -
Light a lantern in the darkness of the night
And consult me:
I'll sway, I'll tremble -
And I will show you the way to the north. (Compass) *** Stands in the garden among the pond
A column of silver water. (Fountain) *** In the hut -
Izba,
At the hut -
Pipe. I lit a torch
Placed it on the threshold
There was a noise in the hut,
There was a buzz in the pipe. The people see the flames,
But it doesn’t simmer. (Bake)
*** I am your horse and carriage.
My eyes are two fires.
A heart warmed by gasoline,
It's pounding in my chest. I wait patiently and silently
On the street, at the gate,
And again my voice is wolf
People are scared on the way. (Car) *** Here is a green mountain,
There is a deep hole in it.
What a miracle! What a miracle!
Someone ran out of there
On wheels and with a pipe,
The tail drags behind it. (Locomotive) *** From the dungeon of a hundred sisters
Released into the open
They take them carefully
Rubbing my head against the wall,
They strike deftly once and twice -
Your head will light up. (Matches)
*** My dear friend and friend
In the tea trust the chairman:
The whole family in the evening
He treats you to tea. He's a tall and strong guy,
Swallows wood chips without harm.
Although he is not very tall,
And it puffs like a steam engine. (Samovar) *** Wooden road,
It goes up steeply:
Every step -
It's a ravine. (Step ladder) *** How the four brothers went
Tumble under the trough,
Carry me with you
Along the highway. (Four wheels) *** Behind the glass door
Someone's heart is beating -
So quiet
So quiet. (Watch) *** Along the paths, along the paths
He's running.
And if you give him a boot -
He's flying. They throw it up and to the side
In the meadow.
They butt his head
On the run. (Ball) *** We caught our river,
They brought her home
The stove was hot
And we swim in winter. (Water pipe) *** Like a leafless branch,
I am straight, dry, subtle.
You met me often
In the student's diary. (Unit) *** There is a boy in my house
Three and a half years old.
He lights without fire
There is light throughout the apartment. He will click once -
It's light here.
He will click once -
And the light went out. (Light bulb) *** I am driving a horned horse.
If this horse
I won't put you up against the fence,
He will fall without me. (Bicycle) *** She lets me into the house
And he lets him out.
At night under lock and key
She keeps my sleep. She is neither in the city nor in the yard
Doesn't ask to go for a walk.
Looks into the corridor for a moment -
And into the room again. (Door)
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
– Don’t write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
