Аля Кудряшева - Мария и Марфа
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Martha runs around the house, cooks, dangles, bakes ... Maria touches a thin harp by the shoulder. The teacher sits tiredly - eyes from the dust of sulfur. And Martha Pie took out, wine, milk, cheeses. The teacher is at a perplexity - as if he had come home ... - Maria, if there are no skills - even though his feet are oma! - screams, marked, Martha (a temple ached from a scream). And it was the beginning of March, about eight hours ... Cool flows outside the door, and it is so hot in the house ... - Please, do not rush, do not ... Better a harp ... shoulder ... ate. We talked. And Martha sits out to spin. On the white cheek of Maria, the strand flows thick. She is bored. The teacher sits. Above the spin, sister naps ... - And why are you all silent. After all, you will leave in the morning ... And in the house the smell of cinnamon enveloped the silence, the teacher recalled the parable, for it another. About grains, deaths and tornadoes, about good and core ... Maria looks gullibly, frightened, from the bottom up ... The nights of the haze were scattered, the bushes were covered with dew ... - Martha is unhappy, but blessed you ... But only Martha smiled, did not see the troubles. And in a clean bag from Marley gathered him food. The dust was dancing over the road, the saddle on her head ... Maria said goodbye to God, a man was coming from Martha ...