Мичков читает свои стихи - Тайна заколоченного дома
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Three windows in the gang
There was a handsome house,
There is a child's cry in the basement
I did not fall silent during the day.
Everything would not be bad
It is worth the creaks for yourself
But frequent female laughter
It stands in it at night.
Domina as a magnet
He pulled a onlooke to him.
In the stories of forgotten
There is always a twilight.
The old women were goured about a young family,
Who stopped with children on the turn.
We walked, feasted the whole world in the village,
And the grief was approaching like the wind along the chain.
Calmed down with an chord,
EVERYTHING OF LIFE
The country grew up for records
The family sought to live.
I lived quite modestly
Without attracting the masses
Everyone worked dutifully
Solid working class.
One morning August
Father harnessed the horses
And those without knowing the address
They dug up soon.
The carts left, the sons remained,
As well as the half of a unpainted, newspaper edges.
Guys are not lazy, healthy brothers
They started painting a little later.
Soon everyone finished
There is no pair happier.
Their life is already on the tip
It is time for troubles.
Parents in the evening
They returned, there is a crowd.
They will remember this meeting
To the very cross.
Entering the hut with fright
We saw the children.
Lay one after another
Like a pair of pigeons.
They took the thieves money
And the souls of the boys
Silver earrings
Father's love.
Traces of barefoot legs
And a couple of hairs
Everything remains in the parish
In painted corners.
Half a century is lived
An empty orphan house.
There are many stories composed
But someone's moan is heard.
And if you come in
Into the hut for three windows
Then you will find those traces
Having lost sleep at once.
Three windows in the gang
There was a handsome house
There is a child's cry in the basement
I did not fall silent during the day.