V zarosshyem parkye stoit starinnyy dom.
Zabity okna, i mrak tsarit izvyechno v nyem.
Skazat ya pytalsya: "Chudovishch nyet na zyemlye".
No tut zhye razdalsya uzhasnyy golos vo mglye.
Golos vo mglye...
"Mnye bolno vidyet byelyy svyet, mnye luchshye v polnoy tyemnotye.
Ya ochyen mnogomnogo lyet myechtayu tolko o yedye.
Mnye slishkom tyesno vzapyerti, i ya myechtayu ob odnom
Skoryey svobodu obryesti,
Progryzt svoy vyetkhiy staryy dom.
Proklyatyy staryy dom!.."
Byl dyed da pomyer. Slyepoy i zhutko zloy.
Nikto nye vspomnil o nyem s zimy kholodnoy toy.
Sosyedi nye stali yego togda khoronit.
Lish doski dostali, ryeshili zakolotit dvyer i okna...
"Mnye bolno vidyet byelyy svyet, mnye luchshye v polnoy tyemnotye.
Ya ochyen mnogomnogo lyet myechtayu tolko o yedye.
Mnye slishkom tyesno vzapyerti, i ya myechtayu ob odnom
Skoryey svobodu obryesti,
Progryzt svoy vyetkhiy staryy dom.
Proklyatyy staryy dom!.."
I eto myesto storonoy obkhodit syelskiy lyud.
I suyevyernyye tvyerdyat: "Tam prizraki zhivut".