The story of an unknown hero Poem by Marshak for children
Looking for fire,
Looking for the police,
Looking for photographers
In our capital,
Looking for a long time,
But can't find
Guy some
Twenty years.
Medium height,
Broad-shouldered and strong,
He goes to the white
T-shirt and cap.
The sign "TRP"*
On his chest.
More don't know
Anything about him.
Many guys
Broad-shouldered and strong.
Many are
T-shirts and caps.
Many in the capital
These same icons.
Each
Labour-defense
Ready.
Who
Where
And he kind of bird
Guy
Which
Looking for capital?
What did he
And what's to blame?
That's what people
They say about him.
Rode
One
Citizen
Moscow -
White cap
On her head.
Rode in the spring
At the site of the tram,
Something under the rumble of wheels
Singing...
Suddenly he saw -
Opposite
In the window
Torn someone
Smoke and fire.
Many crowded
People on the panel.
People are in trouble
Under the roof looked:
There from the window
Through fire smoke
Hands
Child
Was holding out to him.
The gift of one minute
Not losing,
Rushed the guy
From the platform of the tram
The car
Across
And the pipe
Drain
Climbed.
Third floor,
And fourth,
And fifth...
Here is the last,
The fire enveloped.
Black smoke
Hanging veil.
Bursting through
The fire from the window.
We still have
To catch up a little.
Guy
Weak,
Crawled to the window,
Rose,
Choking in the smoke,
On the cornice,
The girl took
And goes down.
Here is grasped
Hand
For the column.
Here on the roof
He stepped to the balcony...
Barely worth it,
On the cornice of the leg,
And the balcony -
Four steps.
Saw people,
Watching from below,
As gently
He walked along the ledge.
Here he was
Half
Path.
We still have half
Pass.
Step. Stop.
Other. Stop.
Here's to balcony
Got it deftly.
Through the iron
Barrier climbed,
The door opened -
And the apartment was gone...
With smoke mixes
A cloud of dust,
Rush fire
Cars,
Click Zvonko,
Alarming whistle.
Copper helmets
The series Shine.
MiG and crumbled
Copper helmets.
Stairs rose
Quickly, like in a fairy tale.
People in the sheets -
One after the other -
Climb
The stairs
In the flames and smoke...
Flame
Replaced
Child of carbon monoxide.
Drives the pump
Water jet.
Woman
Crying,
Suitable
To fire:
- Girl,
Daughter
Save
My!
"No,"
Answer
Fire
Together, -
The girl in the building
Not found.
All floors
We now walked,
But anyone
Still
Did not find.
Suddenly out of the gate
Burnt houses
Went
One
Citizen
Unfamiliar.
Red from rust,
All black and blue,
Girl
Hard
He held in his hands.
The daughter began to cry,
Mother hugging.
The guy jumped
On the platform of the tram,
A shadow flashed
For car glass
The cap waved
And disappeared around the corner.
Looking for fire,
Looking for the police,
Looking for photographers
In our capital,
Looking for a long time,
But can't find
Guy some
Twenty years.
Medium height,
Broad-shouldered and strong,
He goes to the white
The t-shirt and a cap,
The sign "TRP"
On his chest.
More don't know
Anything about him.
Many guys
Broad-shouldered and strong,
Many are
T-shirts and caps.
Many in the capital
The same
The icons.
To a glorious feat
Each
Ready!