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    Домік маленькі. . .

      Анатоль Вярцінскі

      Домік маленькі,
                    бачу я,
              знеслі.
      А ў доміку гэтым
                    спявалі песні.
      А ў доміку гэтым
                    дзяцей нараджалі.
      А ў доміку гэтым
                    гасцей страчалі.
      А ў доміку гэтым,
                    у доміку гэтым
      утульна было
                    зімою і летам.
      Шкада мне да болю,
                    шкада да слёз
      доміка, што
                    пайшоў на знос.
      Не тое лепшае,
                    што навейшае,
      а тое лепшае,
                    што раднейшае.
      Не тое лепшае,
                    што вышэйшае,
      а тое лепшае,
                    што бліжэйшае,
      не тое лепшае,
                    што прыгажэйшае,
      а тое лепшае,
                    што даражэйшае...
      Той домік блізкі некаму быў.
      Той домік нізкі нехта любіў.
      3 тым домікам звязаны нейчы лёс.
      Той домік пайшоў сягоння на знос...



    A Little Small House. . .

      by Anatol Viarcinski

      A little small house,
                    I see,
              was destroyed.
      And in this little house
                    men sang songs of joy.
      In this little house
                    a mother gave birth.
      In this little house
                    guests were welcomed with mirth.
      In this little house,
                    in this house, I say,
      Summer and winter
                    were cosy and gay.
      I grieve till I ache,
                    I grieve till tears flow
      For this little house
                    that has been levelled low.
      A thing is not better
                    because it is newer,
      A thing is the better
                    if nearer and truer.
      A thing is not better
                    because it stands taller,
      A thing is the better
                    If closer though smaller.
      A thing is not better
                    because it is fairer,
      A thing is the better
                    if dearer and rarer.
      And this little house
                    to someone was close
      This little low house
                    some man loved the most,
      With this little house
                    was someone's fate bound.
      And this house today
                    was razed to the ground.



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