an old house

The old house stood in the steppes of the Urals ...
Do not live there for a long time already anybody ...
All scattered around the cities and countries ...
Where the skyscrapers are, where the neighbors are making noise ...

But it was like before ...
Silence and grace ...
I sat down on the porch, in the evening, with my relatives and friends ...
And for hours you talk about life without end ...

And in the morning, while the cock is still sleeping and not bawling ...
You gave the cow to a shepherd and a goat ...
And then haymaking, apiary, fishing, bath ...
How can I want to live here now ...