Текст песни С. Маршак - Старуха, дверь закрой

Under the holiday under Sunday,
Before you lie down at night,
The hostess began to fry,
Boil, braise and bake.
It was autumn in the yard,
And the wind was raw.
old woman, old man says:
- The old woman shut the door!
- I just shut the door and,
There is no other business.
For me - let it costs
Open a hundred years!
So endlessly among themselves
Veli wife dispute
While the old man offered
Old woman agreement:
- Come on, old woman, keep quiet.
And who opens his mouth
And the first mot uttered,
One door and a ban!
An hour passes, the other behind it.
The hosts are silent.
For a long time in the oven to extinguish the fire.
In the corner knocking the clock.
That beat twelve hours,
But the door is not locked.
Two strangers come to the house,
And in the house of darkness.
- Come on, - guests say -
Who lives in the house? -
Silent old woman and an old man,
Water gathered in the mouth.
Dance away from the oven
Take over the cake,
And guts and cock -
The hostess - no Gutu.
Found tobacco from an old man.
- Good snuff! -
From barrels drank beer.
The hosts - silence.
All the guests took what they could,
And they went over the threshold.
Go court and say:
- Crude them cake!
And they vosled old: - No!
Cake is not my raw! -
She was out of the corner the old man answered:
- The old woman shut the door!