Текст песни аля кудряшева - Мария и Марфа

Martha runs around the house, Prepares, sweeps, bakes ... Maria tapers the harp Touches by the shoulder. The teacher is sitting tired - Eyes from the dust of sulfur. And Marfa got the pie, Wine, milk, cheese. A teacher in perplexity - As if he came home ... - Maria, since there are no skills - Though his feet are washed away! - Shouts, strung, Marfa (from the cry sank temple). And it was the beginning of March, About eight hours ... Coolness flows outside the door, And the house is so hot ... - Please, do not hurry, do not ... The harp is better ... the shoulder ... They ate. We talked. And Martha sits down to spin. On the white cheek of Maria Thick strands are flowing. She is bored. Sits teacher. A sister sleeps over the spinning wheel ... - And why are you all silent? After all, you will leave in the morning ... And the smell of cinnamon in the house Enveloped silence, the Teacher recalled the parable, Behind her one more. About grains, deaths and tornadoes, About good and fools ... Maria looks trusting, Scared, from the bottom up ... The haze of the night has fallen, The bushes are covered with dew ... - Blessed is Martha, And blessed you ... But only smiled Martha, I did not see trouble in that. And in a clean bag of gauze She collected food for him. The dust danced over the road, The saddle on her head ... Mary said goodbye to God, A man walked from Martha ...