I make dreams for one of my friends
To come and tell: now, I dreamed, it’s necessary!
It will not be a hoax, but a simple fantasy,
Because our life without fantasy is boring ...
There's a mountain house
Mica window
The horseshoe on the door is a magical talisman.
Hanging on the house
Ordinary number -
Four hundred and one along Spring Street.
A friend of mine will object quite reasonably:
"If - a house on the mountain, if - a street and a number,
Where are the other houses from this wonderful street, -
Those four hundred others, the whole city - where is he? "
And the only thing is
What is strange this city
Hide winter snow and summer grass
Therefore his
We will not see soon -
When spring comes to Spring Street.
Here my acquaintance will certainly be surprised:
"What kind of snow, what kind of grass are there in this area,
Kohl four hundred houses can be hidden easily and simply?
This is a snow cyclone, this is a jungle of grass! "
No, don’t be angry,
How funny you are!
Everything is there, as elsewhere - grass and snowfall.
And people live there
Friend to friend without interfering.
You see - there are houses under the mountain?
Only each of the houses is smaller than a matchbox,
Therefore, you cannot see them from under the snow and grass.
People used to live quietly, quietly, modestly,
In no way seeking distance ... And yet, one
There is a house on the mountain,
Mica window
The horseshoe on the door is a magical talisman.
And if not for him,
If we didn’t know
A place on earth like Spring Street.
