The teacher went to his father,
They need to be alone
Talk to no one
Son tearfully begged the father
Give strength
To teach love children
As a father he loved.
Father is fair but strict
At the very beginning it is between the lines.
The teacher is gone
From all over the horizon
Pray to the father
All love.
In the fields, in the woods,
Hiding from us
There finds a state of rest,
How wise
Does not allow in the heart, evil,
To come back,
At the appointed time,
To judge,
Like the sweet heart of children
Accepted the good
Learned a lesson.
The teacher
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2018
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