Возвращение - Ярмарка
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From under the glorious city yes Murom,
From the distant village yes Karacharovo,
Traveled good good well done,
For half a liter, I went to the fair.

Pulled the mare of Hilu under the welds
Climbed on her, groachtya yes oha
Run to the porch wife grumpling.
Accompanied by pinkami-beater.

In the throat dry, dust and sweat salty to bread,
And to the city of seven miles and even a little.
Threw the stone announced right into the sky ...
Fools for joy ...

You answer me, gray sky, where is my happiness?
Specify a pedestal trail for long mountains.
You tell me, steppe land, in what part
Forgetting an eternal grief ... for what unknown sea?

Where is the dairy river, an acute untouched shore?
Where does good-silver under his feet lying on the road?
Where will anyone understand, heat out, welcome, believe? ..
Where are the villains only sit in an acute? ..

On Ryachnoga Savrasiya on the field,
Years chose their own without a residue.
Share, and went to the will ...
There is so sweet ...

And heard his sky on the seventh kilometer,
Yes, manna fell behind the sinus, in his mouth yes in the kitom
And in the sutulous back pushed his western wind
On the desired far trail ...

Well, happiness was sitting along the beings and squatted the nose,
Well, happiness hung behind the ear of a lazy cat.
Rocked pots in the kitchen,
She hung wet sheets ...
And she looked in the window ...