Oh dacha, dacha, dacha!
Such is the luck
Unexpectedly and unexpectedly
I got it.
Now hubby and I
All the bright days
Shovels and choppers
We dig in the ground.

Strawberry and raspberry
And red rowan
And also radishes.
There are cucumbers in the beds.
We plant, we collect,
And we water the beds.
We have everything in bulk
- such great guys.

But for some reason by night
There's no urine at all
Read to me dear
Love poems.
Or maybe this dacha
Totally a failure
And lest we forget
All the delights of love.

Agapi-Galina

My native dacha,
My sweet garden
Well, and in addition to them
Lots of worries.
But I don't lose heart
I love this kind of work
I water with a song,
I sow and field.
So that the seedlings grow
And the flowers bloomed
I'm happy to work
At least until dark.
I know that in the dachas
There are many of us in the country,
With faith in luck
Digging in the ground.
For menial work
We have to overcome
A playful song
I suggest you sing.
Her work is difficult,
Life is easy with her
And the harvest will double
For sure!

Urusova E.

They can't sit at home again,
Spring time has come.
Sometimes nature seems to get angry:
Either it’s rain, frost, or it’s hot.

Everything is changeable in nature,
As in the soul, and in everyday life,
And only to summer residents among the people
There is no land closer to home.

They are from morning until night
Ready to bow to the ground
And even if there is no urine in them,
Capable of living for so many years.

They can't sit at home again,
Like today and yesterday,
Even though autumn is already angry outside,
God's army is striving for hundreds of acres...

It’s hard to say goodbye to the garden,
And with a garden on my native land,
And yet summer residents are among the people
Ready to burn, not smolder...

Kormin Sergey

Finally we are at the dacha.
Every day is successful for us,
We walk, and then we sleep,
As much as we want.
There is no need to rush anywhere,
We have everything to do in the garden -
Pick and eat strawberries
But, without noise and without shouting.
In general, we live nicely,
We don't walk, we chew.
They made bows and arrows,
Now we go into the forest boldly.
If you don't go deeper,
So why be afraid of wolves?

Shishkov V.

It's good at the dacha in the summer,
Silence, warmth, comfort.
The fruit is ripening in the garden,
Different birds sing.
The rain has passed, no watering is needed,
Drink beer and relax
Don't you want to rest?
Go pick the beds.

It's good at the dacha in the summer,
It would be like this all year round
Why the hell do we need seasons?
Why the hell do you need a garden?
Bathhouse, pond and barbecue,
Yes, a hammock for me to lie on.

Alexander Cupid

The house is outside the city,
Often a lot is hidden
But they think that luck
Who has a summer cottage?

Talyzin Vladimir

To your own dacha
I spend a lot of money
And, of course, the return
That's what I dream of getting.
Fixed costs
For manure and green manure,
Film, seeds, shovels
It has to be repaid somehow.
To your own dacha
I'm expending incredible amounts of energy
And I hope for luck:
Maybe the weather will be lucky.
Drought, rain and thunderstorms,
And returning frosts
The harvest and roses are ruined
And so what year.
There's no point in being depressed.
I'm not tired of the dacha.
I boldly rush into action,
It’s like being in a whirlpool with your head.
Even if it’s difficult and costly,
Only a summer resident understands
How nice it will be later
Eat your own cucumber from the garden.
I will find joy for the soul
And in the morning I’ll walk through the garden.
It's nice to have a rest:
I admire the beauty.
Let the costs, let the worries,
There's just no better job.
It will give me years of happiness
My dear dacha!

Urusova E.

In the summer I live in the country.
I play ball on the grass
And under the blue sky
I often run barefoot.
From porch to gate
White stone tiles
They lie on the ground in a row,
Making a long row.
The chocolate bar has:
You lick them and it becomes sweet!
There are a row of tiles on the ground
Doesn't taste like chocolate.
I'm on a stone path
In the morning I jump on my leg.
And I’ll get tired of “jumping and jumping” -
I'll sit down on a tree stump.
I’ll sit on it for a while -
And again - both “jump” and “leap”!

Roshchin V.

I started a big dacha.
Who am I now? Gardener!
I don't sleep at home anymore
I uproot all the bushes.

I don't sit and walk,
I keep planting something.
I don’t dare to list
What and who am I fighting there?

Dying by my hand
Weevils, beetles,
Other pests
And their parents too.

How do I start working?
I don't notice anything
Where are the neighbors, where is mine...
I clean it up anyway!

Koshina G.

It’s good at our dacha...
There's just one problem:
There hasn't been a day yet
So that it doesn't rain!
And today the sky is gray,
It's like wearing a gray cloak,
And water flows from the cloak,
And there’s no escape...
Masha also put on a raincoat,
Rain - rain... But business is business:
We need to find a puddle
And jump through a puddle!

Grudanov E.

It's good at the dacha in the summer,
Forgetting about everything,
Get out of bed before dawn
Rinse out of the bucket.

Get dressed with grandma,
Chop wood in the shed,
Knead dough in the kitchen
For homemade pies.

Instead of boring exercise
Sweep the yard with a broom,
Weed four beds,
Fix a crooked fence.

Wash the dishes at the same time
In an old zinc basin,
Wipe floors everywhere
Take the goat to graze.

And when the clock is out of place,
Suddenly twelve will start beating,
Finally, finally
You can wake up grandpa.

Yurukin Yu.

Tomorrow I'm going to the dacha -
Don't work, don't plow!
For this I need a dacha,
To relax at the dacha!

Well, to dig in the ground -
Find others who are stupid!
I won't bend over
Or ruin your manicure!

I'll take a walk until lunchtime
I'll lie in a hammock
And then I'll go home
I'm unburdened, light!

And I’ll pick a bouquet as a souvenir
About “hard” work -
Dandelions with bindweed
Yes, nettles and quinoa!

Ivanova E.

Look around the dacha in the summer -
Everything is dressed for summer:
And rose hips and roses,
And an oak tree and a birch tree.
Everything is chosen to perfection -
I came up with some fun
Dress like a model
There's a spruce in the corner behind the oak tree!
Nearby the apple tree is laughing,
Like a young lady stands
Here he will smile again,
Let me treat you to some rosy...
Evening, summer, and at the dacha -
The nightingale jumps through the beds,
Just a little bit in the corner
The stove is heating by the window,
Mom again: “Let’s go to sleep,
It's too early to leave tomorrow..."
I woke up with the early light -
It's good to be at the dacha in the summer!

Denkov D.

We are at the dacha: beyond the meadow the Eye is shining silver,
Silver like a new blade.
Our mother is the queen today,
Mom has a wreath on her head.

Our mother doesn’t like heavy hairstyles, -
Just waste time and hairpins!
A quiet ray fell through the birch trees
For one silky strand.

A cloud floated in the sky and cried, melting.
His mother called him destiny.
Our mother is now golden,
And her wreath is blue.

There are two wreaths on it, two wreaths, in fact:
Of flowers, and the other of rays.
We put on cornflower blue,
And the other, golden one, is nobody’s.

It's soon evening: the moon will light up behind the forest,
Lights will sparkle on the rafts...
Our mother is the queen today,
Mom has wreaths on her head.

Marina Tsvetaeva

On my lap is a bucket of ripe raspberries,

There are cars, cars, cars on the road...

I'll make jam so that in the winter and with the seagull
Remembering the aromas of the past summer...
It rumbled barely audibly behind the distant forest,
It looks like a thunderstorm is starting somewhere...

I wish I could catch it before it rains, the wind is whipping in my face
A motorcycle is not a car, but it still has wheels
Here is the city, and the house, and the native porch...
The rain hits the roof like millet grains.

We return from the dacha to the comfort of the city,
Well, tomorrow morning we’ll rest and go to the dacha...
And over the city the clouds are a continuous veil,
It will rain and that means we will have a day off!

Senchenkova T.

We are relaxing at the dacha -
We don't do anything:
Then we play with a spatula,
We run around with a bucket.

Early in the morning, getting up from the couch,
After eating yesterday's sandwich,
We're going out to farm
It's called a vegetable garden.

Bed to bed, flower bed to flower bed,
There are strawberries, there are flowers.
Let's look and have a little fun
From such beauty.

And we can watch for a long time:
Admire and sigh,
There's just no sense in the looks,
We need to start plowing.

But nature cannot
Receive us with an unshaven face.
Eyes in the shade, light makeup,
Raise your chest, take a deep breath,
Let's tighten the belt...
Shoes – Lloyd, outfit – Yves Saint Laurent,
Everything is on the ground without flaws.

Now we can safely
Without regard to the neighbor,
Pull off the film from the greenhouses,
Skim the carrot:
Weed, pull apart deftly.
And then beets, salad (cabbage, cucumbers,
tomatoes, peppers, etc.)

And I've been waiting for the potatoes -
Everyone is young and happy
But Colorado interferes -
Striped, damn, bug
(Everyone would be poked in the snout)
We will collect the larvae
And fire them all, fire!

Not afraid to bend low
(As if no one would see)
Let's collect a bowl of strawberries,
So that the grandson does not pester.

Now the sun is going to bed,
We got tired for the day.
No time to drink water
And too lazy to water the seedlings.

They were reduced to tears:
Everything hurts, my back doesn't bend
We have no time for evening dreams -
Tomorrow everything will start from scratch.

We are relaxing at the dacha -
We don't do anything:
So let's make friends with nature,
That we are not friends with the body!!!

I'm at my grandmother's dacha
I can’t do it any other way, friends.
I'm not sitting on a bench
And I take a watering can with water.
Watering the garden bed with radishes
And with very sweet carrots,
And green cucumber
I will hear: “Well done”!

Klyuchnikova G.

One show on TV
I wanted to see about the garden,

Otherwise, roses can fight.
I solved one problem with my son,
Now I need to start Russian,
But I can’t, I need to go to the dacha,
It's time to plant radishes.
My back hurts - that’s bad luck,
It's time for me to work on my back
But I can’t, I need to go to the dacha,
After all, everything there is overgrown with grass.
To sleep, and to relax in addition,
I can't recognize myself in the mirror,
But I can’t, I need to go to the dacha,
Who will water the cucumbers?
How hard. How could it be otherwise?
But I still cherish one thought:
I'll harvest my harvest at the dacha,
Then I will finally rest.
It's already autumn. Finally a payoff.
How much money will I save?
Now I’m sitting in the country and crying:
I can't take so much!

Urusova E.

At my grandparents' dacha
It's good luck to be on Sunday.
And how could it be otherwise?
Nature "cries" from the rain
Everything turns green and blooms,
And grandma gives us strawberries.
Selflessly, what to say,
You can eat strawberries:
Without words, without fighting and without argument,
Coping with spore berries,
We don't have time to say what's delicious
Until the bowl is empty.
Thanks to them for their hard work!
Will you be invited to the cherry tree soon?

old feather

I worked hard at the dacha.
I can’t feel my feet underneath me.
Helped me, nothing else
God is in this difficult matter.

I worked with prayer,
Trusting in Him.
My heart was happy
So there was a reason.

I am a sickle, a rake, a hoe
About three hundred square meters passed with hostility.
I washed off the dirt from the paths with a rag -
I can't raise my arms.

Here lies the weed, defeated
Juicy feed for cows.
My work was selfless,
Why load the car with firewood?

It began to rain. And, thank God!
Silently, I look out the window.
I'll rest a little now
There is no other option.

It was as if I knew for sure:
May God give you strength to get up tomorrow,
To start all over again.
Where you weed, dig there!

Tomashevskaya G.

Summer, dacha, garden, flowers,
there are dragonflies, moths,
everyone is flying and buzzing,
everyone is circling me.
I'll catch them with a net -
a lot, a lot! And then
let them live with me
in a city apartment.
I've been running all day
and a Panama hat - askew,
but caught it cleverly with a net
only ladybug!

Grafskaya E.

It's good when at the dacha
You rest on an empty stomach.
It's good when you're lucky
It helps somehow.

It's good to sit on a chair
Under a spreading pine tree.
It's good to walk in nature
With his head uncovered.

To live not by the graces of God,
Breathe fresh air.
Near the dacha threshold
Strengthen your body.

Surikov Igor

I want to go to the dacha, to my grandfather!
I'll definitely go.
There are my friends, girlfriends,
Interesting toys.
There are raspberries and Barsik the cat.
There I’ll pour some water into a basin
And I'll let the boat sail.
I won't cry at all there.
In the garden under the bench
I'll take a bucket, watering can
And I will water my flowers.
I'll play in the sand.
I'll build a house with my grandfather
With a tall chimney.
And when the sunset comes,
I'll take a steam bath with a woman in the bathhouse.

Shukevich E.

It’s good, just like being at the dacha
Wake up “after sleeping off”!..
Stretch, yawn,
Without rushing anywhere...

You can dig in the beds
I'm going to get sciatica.
From yesterday from the beds
My back hurts...

I will play sports!
After all, fishing is a sport!
In a hammock on the shore
Fishing is a comfort!

Krupatin L.

But at the dacha - everything is different!
The sky is higher, the sun is brighter!
Even women in the country
Touching to look at.
There are only threats from them:
Unexpected poses
In every flowerbed, like roses,
They stand like a lighthouse!

And when evening falls,
Cooling your shoulders with coolness,
The stars in the sky are like candles!
Silence. Crickets.
Yes, frogs are at the edge of the forest
They'll sing their ditties,
Like cute girlfriends
somewhere by the river.

Even if the sky is crying
Everything is different there anyway.
A brook jumps along a path,
Thinking about
How can I define a puddle?
Yes, puzzle the kids
And fool around a little
I run barefoot.

And the cat, there in the country,
Life goes a little differently.
There cats sing and cry
All night long.
And the most difficult task
Take her away from the dacha,
Only by deception, otherwise
It won't work in your hands!

It's good at our dacha
To gossip at the well,
Solve all State tasks,
To blaspheme life,
Get advice on change,
Where to look for your luck
Make a little joke, which means
Throw out your...

Even vodka at the dacha
Drinks a little differently
It pours into a glass, as if crying,
A joyful tear.
For a snack, in addition,
What grew in the country...
Fine! My heart is jumping
And at least sing songs!

Taradov A.

I enjoy the silence and solitude
It’s so calm here... And I don’t want to go home at all!
There is turmoil there sharp sounds crackling, hissing...
And here - waist-deep grass, colors, inspiration...

I admire unusual sunsets...
Here the clouds hang in whitish tufts...
And in my town there is suffocating smog
Only ill health dances dashingly over the roads...

A small country house is infinitely dear to me.
Here, the neighbors have a ginger cat on the rubble
Playing with a bow... The birch tree waves a twig...
Yes, here I feel happiness with every cell!

Zhuravka I.

Rowan, apples and honey,
And August - August is leaving.
My soul now lives
At an old dacha near Moscow.

I love visiting her
I usually arrive late.
Rowan, apples and honey
They meet me in the kitchenette,

And with them tea, no – local tea –
With currant leaf and mint.
For me, this is paradise here...
Take my word for it, guys.

Terenty Travnik

Nice at the dacha in summer
Everything glows brightly:
There are onions growing in the garden bed,
It blooms blue.
And the peas rush and rush,
Crawling up the rope.
Its flower is white
And a little green pod.
Large, yellow petal
Has a squash flower
And its fruit is so pot-bellied,
Zucchini - even striped.
Has an equally important rank
Almost like a black eggplant.
And the salad curls up
It is rich in vitamins.
And the carrots are green there
Prelovka hid in the ground
Hiding your beautiful color
Orange - and there is no better,
More useful than anything in the world.
Children love carrot juice.

Filenko V.

All spring and summer
Just a test
Because it's -
Country suffering.
Seeds, seedlings,
Rake, flat cutter.
I'm happy with manure -
I desperately need it.
I dig and sow everything,
And then I’ll field.
I can do everything
And besides, I love it.
Who, like me, digs,
They will understand me.
Every summer resident knows -
It's hellish work.
What spring, what summer,
No worries of others.
There are no days off here
No days off.
We are always at the dacha.
Hey weed, hold on!
Well, how could it be otherwise?
This is our life.

Urusova E.

Five minutes by train.
Plus, there are five to seven more walks... Just that!
And - “attic”: dacha, two greenhouses,
Free flight toilet.
During the day, of course, there are beds, beds, beds.
In the evening - with a neighbor by the fireplace
“A little bit”... And everything seems to be in order.
Everything seems calm and stable.
Well, how could it be otherwise?
If you have a plot and a dacha!

Rezanov A.

With grandfather and grandmother at the dacha
Fine! How else?
There is a garden and beds here
I don't need charging here:
All day long, I confess
There's plenty to do here.
March. The snow is already melting. Streams
They began to purr. And rooks
WITH important look by fields
We walked here and there.
Here I am with a spatula
I'm digging up the beds.
And of course water it
We must not forget the beds!
In the sun, in bad weather
Water from a well
We carry in buckets -
We water with a watering can
Sweet strawberries are ripe.
Who will have time to collect it,
He will make that compote and jam.
There will be enough treats for everyone!
Don't be lazy
Us when picking berries!
Greens, beets and carrots -
Everything is ready to go
Tomatoes, cucumbers,
Get into the banks, well done!
So that it's cold in winter
I shouldn't be hungry
The apples are ripe
Puffed up and blushed!
Nearby a cherry tree bends its branches,
It almost reaches the ground!
Juices and jam
They'll be a treat!
It's good to be at the dacha in the summer!
If anyone forgot about this,
Let him come and visit.
Drop everything,
And to our village!
We'll be glad to see you.

Zigzag I.

And plays more quietly
Sings more tenderly than tender,
When suddenly summer allows
The rain is coming, and it is coming.

It's raining at the dacha, it's evening at the dacha,
At the dacha there is a special hour,
When is the appointment scheduled?
With you - waiting for you.

Just don't rush the move
Hours, trust their step,
The rain is stopping, look
And the wind, fidgety, died down...

It's as if someone took it out
You are on a straight line of roads.
It happened to me - I saw
It was not chance, it was God.

Terenty Travnik

Who's going where for the weekend,
Well, I’m off to the garden.
Hoe, beds - we are relatives,
While weeding - back and forth.

I'll rake my potatoes -
Let it grow! (Bucket from a bush).
I’ll take a break from the lines of a little,
My head is empty.

Let my muse friend sleep
I'm hurrying to the garden.
A hundred buckets for yourself (for your belly),
I water it. Everything is blooming!

Parshina A.

What luck! What luck!
Today our family and I will go to the dacha!
There is a river, there is a forest, there are mushroom glades,
And the horses graze in the black meadows...
Everything that is there cannot be described in words,
We're going to the country, come with us!
In the evening we will light a fire in the heat of the moment,
Let's sing funny songs with a guitar!
Let's have a fun and friendly picnic:
Let's bake potatoes and fry shish kebab.
Holidays! Summer! What luck!
We're going, we're going, we're going to the country!

Sibirtsev V.

power line,
And behind it are scattered pine trees.
This is gardening, that is, a dacha -
That is, something that is not serious at all.

Rooftops, from the attic balcony,
The prospect hunches around.
And the land to which I bow
I gave it away and can’t count it.

Colorful houses and sheds,
They huddle, sometimes they are bad, sometimes they are good...
Perhaps, near the forest, on the edge
You feel freedom for your soul.

Chekina M.

Whether in the garden, in the vegetable garden,
At your favorite dacha
Our life goes by
Brighter and richer!
Improving the world around us -
Flowerbeds and ridges.
The best grown onion
In a wonderful garden.
Here's a radish, there's a carrot,
There's parsley and dill here,
We want the originals,
So let's plant hyssop.
Good for health
And for the mood.
Let's rest our souls here
We are on Sundays.
Here are trees, there are bushes,
The gazebo is in hops.
Will treat you to pies
Good neighbor.
There is a samovar on the terrace
(Albeit electric)
A mosquito won't spoil us
Tete-a-tete lyrical.
We'll relax in the evening,
And in the morning - get down to business.
So we will lead him,
So that the soul sings,
To be the envy of all neighbors
Our dacha plot was
And so that his appearance is brilliant
He amazed all our guests.
As you know, “without water -
Neither here nor there."
And therefore this question is very important,
And sometimes you can’t do without wells.
If the dacha is near the water,
This is perfect:
And salvation from the heat,
And watering is normal.
So let's plan the landscape -
Dear to the heart:
And the most beautiful landscape
And very inexpensive.
Air, sun and flowers -
How cool!
Harvest from country beds
It's safe to eat.
Dear corner,
And it’s a delight for the eyes.
But for this beauty
You have to work hard!

bereginyaval

What's the news?
Who's jumping there?
Nastya jumps like a ball
Because that's luck
We went to the dacha.
She doesn't cry all day
Doesn't make a scandal, doesn't make a mess,
The house is quiet, which means
Everyone left for the dacha.

Ben S.

Calming in the summer at the dacha,
It smells like love - how could it be otherwise?
After all, in nature in the green silence
Feeling rushes into every cell.

The dove coos quietly to the dove,
Sea buckthorn is called “Bee”,
And by the river, responding to the call,
The cow kisses the cow tenderly.

Beetroot and beetroot are sown in the garden bed,
Their father-in-law and father-in-law admire them,
Like a frigate that sees a lighthouse,
The brother-in-law clings to his pretty sister-in-law.

In the summer gazebo behind the light door
The brother-in-law dreams of the Eternal with his brother-in-law,
Happy brother-in-law, he was lucky:
Next to my brother-in-law, he melts without words...

The daughter-in-law and the daughter-in-law are harvesting carrots,
Their brother-in-law and sister-in-law help them,
In the cherries where the spreading horsetail grew,
The mother-in-law explains his love to the mother-in-law.

Pozdeev D.

Everyone's on vacation for the summer - only I'm sad!
Cottage, garden beds, mosquitoes - there is no more beautiful time!
I would like to go to the sea, to the south! And all around are forests, meadows...
Midges and scorching heat - that’s what happiness is.
Here the fence is already rotten, here the cabbage has not been watered...
A hundred things to do and a pair of hands - no one around to help...
Here I am alone in the field, a warrior, under the gun of cunning eyes -
Then the neighbor in the hole, in the fence, is looking at our harvest.
He bought himself a braid and as soon as I fall asleep -
The bastard is mowing down, there is a circle around it - as if bamboo is growing there.
Anger and rage are at their limit, but we cannot forget about the matter.
Early in the morning it's time to fight weeds and grass again!
The huge Colorado potato beetle has devoured everything - there is no escape!
The neighbor squints his cunning eyes and grins!
Tired of it! Tired of it! I'll lie down right among the beets,
for your body to tan - this is the reward for your labors.
My tan is more even than many, but it just strained my back,
At least it would rain, for God’s sake, so that I could rest for an hour.
I'll come home tired and chop some vegetables.
And I will understand that today I am the happiest of people.
Someone smokes in the office, someone smokes within four walls,
Well, like a free bird, I keep my head in the clouds.
If you want to eat berries, if you want to pick an apple -
Everything you need is nearby! My heart is bursting out of my chest!
At once the soul of the poet and the artist is an easel!
I know for sure! I know clearly: better than a dacha there is no room!

From worries, from gas smoke,
From the Moscow bustle,
We're coming to the dacha
Relax here to your heart's content.

Oh you dacha, our dacha
Good from all sides
In the summer you invite me to visit,
The trill of bird songs is ringing.

Morning dew on the beds,
And grainy earth,
And the pollen of sweet blossoms,
We enjoy with you.

We are always happy to see the sun,
We are happy about the rain too,
The dacha is our pride,
Who can argue here?

Alluring with all nature,
You're calling me.

There is work for everyone here,
This is nature for the soul.
Greenhouses, flowers, potatoes
All classes are good.

Behind the fence there is a streamy pond,
Behind the path the forest is dense,
It's good at the dacha in the summer,
We relax with the whole family.

And in winter, covered with snow,
You obediently wait for spring,
Nightingale trills, drops
And we will come again!

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Congratulations to the amateur gardener
The work is burning in your hands,
You are always planting something somewhere.
Shovel, rake and bucket
They are shy with you.

You are in mortal combat with woodlice,
You are patching holes in the greenhouse,
You drag manure into the garden,
You plant flowers at the gate.

We're celebrating your birthday
Of course, we are at the dacha again.
We are a summer resident, we congratulate you,
We wish you sunshine and good luck!

Congratulations to the summer resident
Happy birthday greetings to my husband - a summer resident (author Igor Korotkevich)

You are a good knight by nature,
You respect the law and public catering,
On holiday in Cannes or Nice
You can’t change your country life!

I wish you, my love:
Be above all praise!
Let dates and oranges
They bloom everywhere you plowed!

Let the boss be meek
And doubly so for subordinates!
Let hundreds come easily
(We're talking about the dacha - not about the wine!..)

Be healthy, don’t be afraid of doctors,
Let the house be full of friends!
Lubricate the runners of fate with hope
And harness your happiness quickly!

Not a ladle full of gold,
And your soul is kind
And earthly joys... Without boredom
Your hands grow with Love
The color of green herbs, root vegetables,
So from now on let the firmament
Lives in harmony with you
For rain or dry wood
The garden was not damaged
So that the fruit is juicy and sweet,
So that he brings you Health,
After all, you raise him with Love
And not sparing the weekend,
And such holidays for you,
Like birthdays again
With love, many years to come!

Happy birthday greetings to a summer resident
Why do we need shopping and business tours?
And all sorts of bullshit there,
When do you have a garden?
There's a mouth full of worries there.
But what cucumbers, what tomatoes!
Radishes, sorrel, parsley mountains!
And the air, and the forest - well, just grace!
Heavenly paradise - neither give nor take.
For your health and dacha successes!

Cool congratulations to the summer resident
Happy birthday! We wish that your plot has a record harvest every year and that you have fifty jars of compotes, cucumbers, tomatoes and other foodstuffs in your pantry...

Congratulations to the gardener
Among the smoky streets, without ozone

all the months of winter have passed.

But finally we came to life

Happy start of the summer season!

We broke through the winter siege!

And so as not to be tormented by bitter shame,

let everyone keep it carefully

your priceless seedlings!

Happy birthday greetings to a summer resident
We already know about your palace.

We wish you comfort in it!

And by the way, we’re packing up our things.

and we are waiting for an invitation to visit!

You are not just a summer resident with us,
Gardener, horticulturist,
And also lucky,
Your income is growing!

Happy Birthday, our farmer,
Let blessings flow like a river,
Take care of your nerves,
Strength, vigor and peace!

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I wish you to live richly!

How wonderful it is in nature
Stays all day
And dig in the garden,
I see that you are not lazy!

I respect you so much
That I can’t find words,
Happy Birthday,
And I'll buzz a little bit,

I wish you to live richly,
Gather your harvest
As much as needed
Just take care of your health!

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Happy birthday to the summer resident

Beets, cabbage, eggplants,
You water every day
You'll be nibbling grass at five in the morning,
How are you not too lazy?

After all, you are a summer resident, everything is clear,
Everything is for your pleasure
And every day more than once,
You carry everything home on yourself.

On your birthday, today,
I want to wish you
Patience, joy, health,
And never get tired.

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Live beautifully and richly!

Always seen in the garden
We will shape your figure in the summer
And always dress in fashion,
And you laugh at the same time!

Happy Birthday!
We'd like to stay
In force without end and edge
And in health for 120 years!

Let's have fun
You, summer resident, until you drop,
And always be with the harvest,
Live beautifully and richly!

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To the summer resident

You, like with children, my friend, fuss with your family
With cabbage and carrots...
And you spend every weekend
At the dacha among your favorite vegetables!

We wish you a happy birthday!
And let everything grow in the garden and vegetable garden!
So that you are proud of your lush harvest,
And may he feed you throughout the coming year!

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Live in wealth and beauty!

The summer resident is lucky in life,
His house is in the countryside,
He works with optimism
Eats fresh food without GMOs!

This is the side of the coin
The one that is immediately visible
But the hacienda has a distance,
Which require labor,

And big, unfortunately,
That you can become hunchbacked...
Happy Birthday,
Let's have a rest,

For a century to work only within one’s strength,
And always take care of yourself,
Live richly and beautifully
And shine like a star!

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Congratulations to the summer resident

Dear summer resident, congratulations, we wish you from the bottom of our hearts,
So that all your seedlings are surprisingly good,
So that the weeds from your favorite beds are blown away at your steps,
Let order reign in the greenhouses, as in all your affairs!

Let the sun warm your back, bringing you a resort tan,
Let the birds, without touching the berries, sing songs in your ear,
So that when harvesting, you look for the bucket more and more!
May every day bring joy, luck, happiness and goodness.

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I want to wish you good luck
At your favorite dacha,
So that everything blooms and bushes,
There were ears of corn in the garden,
So that the bushes are as tall as trees,
Zucchini - just like pumpkins,
Like watermelons - tomatoes
And potato mountains.
In general, a harvest festival.
That's what I wish for you!

Your great joy, and pride, and luck -
Without any doubt, of course, this is a dacha!
Always - in winter and summer - you disappear on it.
You dig all the beds, plant them, water them.

But, our dear summer resident, rest today,
On your birthday, please accept congratulations!
We wish you to grow an excellent harvest,
So that you are proud and happy, that is certain.

So that there is a sea of ​​berries, and vegetables, and fruits,
And all sorts of green stuff, and other products!
We'll have a picnic in honor of your birthday,
And we'll drink cognac to your health!

Happy birthday, summer resident. I wish you a luxurious garden with delicious fruits, I wish you a fertile vegetable garden with a rich harvest, I wish you gentle nature with barbecue and a sense of harmony, I wish you a bronze tan and bright dreams in a hammock, I wish you have a fun life with songs, dreams and wonderful ideas.

You are, of course, a prominent summer resident.
There are no equals in this matter.
The harvest is always enviable
You've been collecting for many years.

Happy birthday,
And I wish you to keep it up!
On his noble hacienda
You just have to prosper.

Let on your country beds
Everything will be fine
The nasty weed doesn't grow,
The sun's light shines wonderfully.

And the size of your turnip
The neighbors will be jealous
Feeling nothing but surprise
And delight! Happy birthday!

From spring to autumn at the dacha
This is not an easy time for you.
Already boiling in hot hands
Work since the morning.

But everything grows together, quickly,
And the fruits will be reaped...
But this is in the fall, and soon
The other one is all proud of joy.

Today we congratulate you,
We wish long life years,
Happy days, we know for sure
The light will not cease for you.

Happy birthday, summer resident,
I congratulate you
Huge harvests
I wish it at the dacha.

For carrots and potatoes
You gave birth to
Phytophthora, to
Didn't ruin the tomatoes.

Apples and pears
To mature
Harmful starlings
They didn’t peck the cherries.

I wish you to be full
There were bins
And straighten up for the winter,
Your back did it.

I wish you prosperity on your birthday,
Live at the dacha for your own pleasure,
Tasty and satisfying, easy and pleasant,
Always be inspired and joyful.

Let the harvest be simply huge,
So that there is enough to feed the family,
The new pickles will be delicious,
May you always be able to do them.

Happy birthday!
Let your harvest grow.
We don’t know a cooler summer resident.
Treat us more often.

In cabbage and carrots
Appetizing, fresh look.
And for you without stopping,
Our hard worker, let him be lucky!

Wonderful weather
And a great harvest,
And health for all years
I wish you on your birthday.

So that the birds don't peck
Your strong seedlings,
And warmed with love
Everyone who is next to you!

You are an avid summer resident,
Congratulations
And the season at your dacha
Open up new ups.

Grow trees of happiness
Weed out all the problems,
Plant flowers of good luck
Let them bloom in your destiny.

In general, we want drive,
Joy and inspiration.
And rich in harvest,
Our friend, a summer resident, happy birthday!

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Congratulations to the woman gardener

Congratulations to the woman gardener
Why do we need shopping and business tours?
And all sorts of bullshit there,
When do you have a garden?
There's a mouth full of worries there.
But what cucumbers, what tomatoes!
Radishes, sorrel, parsley mountains!
And the air, and the forest - well, just grace!
Heavenly paradise - neither give nor take.
Here’s to your health and dacha success!

The work is burning in your hands,
You are always planting something somewhere.
Shovel, rake and bucket
They are shy with you.

You are in mortal combat with woodlice,
You are patching holes in the greenhouse,
You drag manure into the garden,
You plant flowers at the gate.

We're celebrating your birthday
Of course, we are at the dacha again.
We are a summer resident, we congratulate you,
We wish you sunshine and good luck!

Congratulations to the gardener
Happy birthday! We wish that your plot has a record harvest every year and that you have fifty jars of compotes, cucumbers, tomatoes and other foodstuffs in your pantry...

Congratulations to the woman gardener
Not a ladle full of gold,
And your soul is kind
And earthly joys... Without boredom
Your hands grow with Love
The color of green herbs, root vegetables,
So from now on let the firmament
Lives in harmony with you
For rain or dry wood
The garden was not damaged
So that the fruit is juicy and sweet,
So that he brings you Health,
After all, you raise him with Love
And not sparing the weekend,
And such holidays for you,
Like birthdays again
With love, many years to come!

Congratulations to the woman gardener
Among the smoky streets, without ozone

all the months of winter have passed.

But finally we came to life

Happy start of the summer season!

We broke through the winter siege!

And so as not to be tormented by bitter shame,

let everyone keep it carefully

your priceless seedlings!

Congratulations to the amateur gardener
Happy birthday greetings to my husband - a summer resident (author Igor Korotkevich)

You are a good knight by nature,
You respect the law and public catering,
On holiday in Cannes or Nice
You can’t change your country life!

I wish you, my love:
Be above all praise!
Let dates and oranges
They bloom everywhere you plowed!

Let the boss be meek
And doubly so for subordinates!
Let hundreds come easily
(We're talking about the dacha - not about the wine!..)

Be healthy, don’t be afraid of doctors,
Let the house be full of friends!
Lubricate the runners of fate with hope
And harness your happiness quickly!

Congratulations to the woman gardener
We already know about your palace.

We wish you comfort in it!

And by the way, we’re packing up our things.

and we are waiting for an invitation to visit!