A little gnome lived alone.
“Oh, I’m bored! - sighed our gnome, -
I’m always sad, unlucky, lone.
All wretched forgotten tiny gnome!”
He took an olden wooden comb,
did his forelock… and heard a moan.
“Who’s that?” - asked our little gnome.
“It’s me”, - made something its faint moan, -
I’m always sad, unlucky, lone.
All wretched gray mouse from the hole!”
The gnome rejoiced: “Oh, no moan!
I’ll give you, poor thing, a home.
We’ll be together, not alone,
And overlook the wistful moan!”
Little Friends - children s
© Copyright: Тамара Борисовна Маршалова, 2004
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