По стените на старата къща…

По стенам опустевшего дома...

По стените на старата къща
скачат призраци всяка минута.
И ридаят, крещят и се мръщят
триста гнома в дома безприютен.

По столовете, масите, пода… —
вие също ги бихте съзрели.
Мрази светлото тази порода.
Лъч не виждат по цели недели…

А телцата им болни и странни
трепкат като листата наесен,
откогато са тук без стопанин —
в този дом, допреди жив и весел.

Става все по-унило и тихо,
все по-душен е вътре животът.
Те тогава сами удушиха
своя собствен стопанин в леглото.

Погребалните свещи изтляха,
отшумя и печалният спомен.
Само шушнат под старата стряха
неми укори, сълзи бездомни.

По стените на старата къща
скачат призраци всяка минута.
И ридаят, крещят и се мръщят
триста гнома в дома безприютен.

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