There remain only 10 days before New Year. It's the biggest holiday in Russia, and it's very close to Christmas in USA and many european countries. Do you know that we don't celebrate Christmas? I mean, we celebrate, but another day (the 7th of January), because there is orthodox church in Russia and Gregorian calendar for relgious holidays.
But we have Christmas tree (новогодняя ёлка), Santa Claus (Дед Мороз) and a lot of presents (новогодние подарки) at New Year (Новый год).
Look at the video below. It's one of the famous New Year's song in Russia – “В лесу родилась ёлочка”. Listen and try to sing it together. I put lyrics in both Russian and English.
But we have Christmas tree (новогодняя ёлка), Santa Claus (Дед Мороз) and a lot of presents (новогодние подарки) at New Year (Новый год).
Look at the video below. It's one of the famous New Year's song in Russia – “В лесу родилась ёлочка”. Listen and try to sing it together. I put lyrics in both Russian and English.
| В лесу родилась ёлочка, В лесу она росла. Зимой и летом стройная, Зелёная была. Метель ей пела песенку: "Спи, ёлочка, бай-бай!" Мороз снежком укутывал: "Смотри, не замерзай!" Трусишка, зайка серенький Под ёлочкой скакал. Порою волк, сердитый волк, Рысцою пробегал. Чу! Снег по лесу частому Под полозом скрипит Лошадка мохноногая Торопится, бежит. Везёт лошадка дровенки, На дровнях мужичок. Срубил он нашу ёлочку Под самый корешок. И вот она, нарядная, На праздник к нам пришла, И много, много радости Детишкам принесла. В лесу родилась ёлочка, В лесу она росла. Зимой и летом стройная, Зелёная была. |
There was a Fir-Tree born in woods, And there she was grown, In winter and in summer both The grace and green she was. The Snowstorm sang a song for her: "Sleep, Firry, sleep tight-tight!" The Frost was covering with snow: "Don't freeze in such cold night!" A yellow-bellied Bunny there Was leaping under fir. From time to time an angry Wolf Was running over near. The snow around the thicky woods Is creaking under skid, A shaggy Gee-Gee frisks ahead In greatest rush indeed. The Gee-Gee's carrying firewoods On them there is a Man. He chopped down our little Fir At the very rootlet. And now in gallant here she is On feast to us she came, And many many joyances All little kids she gave. There was a Fir-Tree born in woods, And there she was grown. In winter and in summer both The grace and green she was. |
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