Did you know?

Do you know what rural people do?
They care for the land and cattle. The people who
work the land, known as the farmers. Them,
who cares beast, known as the farmers.
Field work is not easy. But one who is at work
looking for ease, will never be respected human-
drafts.
Of farmers at work helps a lot of machines,
therefore, farmers must be both strong and
savvy - as well as all the job done.
Livestock farmers and helps the machine. Latvian
farms producing mainly cows, pigs,
chicken. Tell me, what gives us the cows, the pigs
and the chicken. . . I know, but in front of you
will not say.

Stalte our men do,
Black earth arājiņi,
White bread pļāvējiņi,
Sura-manual workers.

Cepu, cepu loaf,
Cepu large cepu small;
Give a single mother,
One will give tētiņam.
If you have a little atliksies,
The most delicious apēdīšu.

Were so hard, so hard, hard, hard,
Making bread loaf;
Send Nava, Nava difficult
Lupināt loaf.

Fed, finished drinking
Thank God pateiciet
For milk, the butter with that,
On the solar white bread.

bread Cradles.

Ears of rye-field;
Coarse bread cradles,
Ears of wheat at the field -
White bread Cradles.
people\'s work is the bread daddy
Land - māmuliņa bread.

swain was, Gano went,
Enough clothes on:
Thorns pants, skirts needles,
Rities, hat on his head.

I am a white sheep shepherds
Great forest stand in the corner;
Consequently, adores, paganīt,
I will be white villainītes!

Other times were good times,
When I was a goatherd:
Milk ate, drank milk,
Milk washed my mouth.

Dogs bread intake
A great big piece:
Doggy helped me
Detailed paganīt cattle.

To Cinishi singing dunes,
To rock glory:
Sounds to all the peoples of the land
To hear me men do.

I own cow
The word lawful herding:
A checkered - raibulīte,
Which black - vabulīte.

countryside.

We arrived in the country. I immediately
I met a cat. I know all cats. Only
I do not know, as all are called. My name is Jāņuks. . .
Gotiņa here are all brown. Never mind that
they have horns. I am not at all from the cow
afraid. Gotiņa eat grass and give milk.
Chicks mother called a chicken. Hen lay eggs.
If the eggs are hatching, the chicks hatch from them.
Chicks father sings loudly. . . Also, the turkey
loud voice. Only he do not sing. He of all
Bulduri time. . .
I now know all the animals in the countryside.
And animals are known to me the most. . .

Gailitis drove hemp
With silver vāģīšiem;
Vista sits vāģīšos,
Cekuliņu grozīdama.

Gailitis chicken lover there
For all the little birds:
Find the grain zemites,
Called fowl singing.

More harmful to me to live
To fowl, baltspārnītes;
I ēdējiņa eggs.

The henhouse.

Kluk! Kluk! Chicks!
Kluk! Cibulīši!
On the anvil jump!
Teciet after me!
All, all field
Where the sun drives
Copper trolley.
Silver wheels!. . .

It! It! Sec! Sec! Sec!
Kluk! Kluk! Kluk! Tek! Tek! Tek!

Tupenīti, tupenīti,
What was your flowers?
Blue flowers, white flowers,
Green copper Rockers Babywalkers Books.

planted potatoes?

Potatoes are so delicious, so floury and
fragrant, that many of them eat each day. Or
you know how potatoes are planted?
Either way - grub at the field furrows, ridges iesviež
manure, and then throws in potatoes. Aizar
furrows closed and waiting, waiting a day or two, three,
waiting for weeks, waiting for two, and see - soil
seeped into the potato on top of the first la-
pina.
Oh, but they are great for being honored - potatoes germinated.
You can sing a song, you can zemites
thank.

Husband and name.
Industrious as a bee.
To work as burnt.
Lazy as pelavmaiss.
Drags as cancer.
Works like a cock, eats like a horse.
Fleeing from the fire.
Strēbējs hot porridge.
Go to the clock.
As the nail on the head.

kuplumiņa of lime,
When not lean augumiņa?
Which is a subsidiary of daiļumiņa,
When there is no good tikumiņa?

From rye garumiņa,
When there is no good briedumiņa?
What the guy daiļumiņa,
When there is no good tikumiņa?

Go, girl, straight road,
Talk straight conversation.
Then I adore help
To live a straight life.

When Rakstiņa did not know how,
Samples in the sample;
When you did not know how to live,
Samples of folk.

Fox and the beehive.

Fox saw a bee tree high stro.
She saoda pleasant smell of honey and
sikalām Tekota, struggled to get a honeymoon. She
lens on both the right and the left, and the two
feet, but did not reach the bee hive.
Fox and the right izlēkājās aiziedama said:
\"Why is there endeavor, it is old and honey
fermented. \'

Oh, dzīvīte, oh, dzīvīte!
Supposed to dzīvītes
Light hand, a mild foot
Good, smart padomiņa.

Do not worry, māmuliņa,
Nezudīšu where walking:
I chose job for
Izveicās conversation.