The old house

The old house - there it is, hidden and huddled, I barely saw her, in the leaf of the lush spring beautiful it descends even more pitiful and gray.

Random passers-by glance at her: how long will this ugly spot be here?! An unnecessary old woman, so soon doomed into oblivion for eternity to be drawn into…

And once she was slender, a wonderful beauty, dressed in white, a true bride, like the young landlady who carefully jealously kept the hearth alive.

Underage children chased each other madly, with happy voices they rang a bell the house, the yard, the wide road and far away their laughter echoed in the fields like a song.

And in the evening, when it was getting close to sunset, Charo rushed down the road headlong, the owner dusty from there he met and brought to the threshold of the house with joy.

And there his beloved woman was waiting for him with sparkling eyes and a shy smile, a kiss with trepidation flattered him and brought him inside with unspoken love. Human history forever locked between the walls of the old dilapidated house. For a long time no voices or footsteps have been heard, the fire in the dry sticks also went out. So it has been and so it will go, life does not forgive. Нuman destinies, so different and colorful, but why in the end and they don't leave a trace in the dust, I don't know. The old house - here it is, tomorrow they will build a new road through it... Will any one ever remember, thus, in his haste, that the ground beneath him is a grave of human history, love experienced cremated affection.

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