Grohochet grom,
Sverkaet molniya v nochi,
A na holme stoit bezumets i krichit:
"Seychas poymayu tebya v sumku,
I sverkat tyi budesh v ney
Mne tak hochetsya, chtob stala tyi moey!".
To paren k lesu mchitsya,
To k polyu, to k ruchyu,
Vse poymat stremitsya
Mol-ni-yu!
Ves selskiy lyud,
Smotret na eto vyihodil,
Kak na holme bezumets begal i chudil.
On, vidno, v ssore s golovoyu,
Vidno, sam sebe on vrag,
Nado zh vyidumat takoe - vo durak!
To paren k lesu mchitsya,
To k polyu, to k ruchyu,
Vse poymat stremitsya
Mol-ni-yu!
Utrom po selskoy doroge,
Medlenno shel nochnoy geroy,
Ves lohmatyiy i sedoy,
I ulyibalsya...
To paren k lesu mchitsya,
To k polyu, to k ruchyu,
Vse poymat stremitsya
Mol-ni-yu! |
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