Rose Poem by Marshak for children

About her singing poets of all ages.
Nothing in the world gentle and beautiful,
Than this bundle scarlet petals
Open the fragrant Cup.

He is so beautiful, cool and clean -
Deep Cup full of flavor.
As friendly with him simple and modest sheet,
Dark green, serrated edges.

For petal comes petal,
And they all have their purple cloth
Street never-ending stream
Fragrant and fresh breath.

I wonder saw on the window
One of the Abkhazian village school.
And thirty hands in the street gave me
The red rose, wet and heavy,

A bunch of roses to the North I took,
Flowers of the Caucasus, Leningrad far.
And may have fallen down a thirty red roses, -
On the memory I have left of these lines.