Текст песни А.П.Чехов - Дачники

According to the country platform, a couple of newly married spouses strolled. He kept her for the waist, and she rushed to him, and both were happy. Because of the cloud scraps, the moon looked at them and frowned: it was probably enviable and annoyed to her boring, nobody had the necessary devality. The fixed air was thickly saturated with the smell of lilac and cherry. Somewhere, on the other side of the rails, shouting the corner ...
- How good, Sasha, how good! - said the wife. - Right, you might think that all this dreams. You look at how cozy and affectionately looks at this fishing line! Like miles these solid, silent telegraph poles! They, Sasha, revive the landscape and say that there, somewhere, there are people ... Civilization ... But don't you like it when you have a slightly blowing noise to your hearing?
- Yes ... what, however, your hands are hot! This is because you worry, cooking ... What did you prepare for dinner today?
- Okroshka and chicken ... Chicken We are pretty enough for two. You from the city brought Sardines and Balyk.
The moon, exactly tobacco sniffed, hid behind the cloud. Human happiness reminded her of her loneliness, lonely bed behind forests and shares ...
- The train goes! - said Varya. - How good!
Three fiery eyes appeared in the distance. The head of the stationer came to the platform. On the rails there and Syam flew the signal lights.
"We hold a train and go home," Sasha said and yawned. "Well, we live with you, cooking, so good that even incredible!"
Dark terrorism silently crawled to the platform and stopped. In the semi-axle carriage windows were sleeping sleepy faces, caps, shoulders ...
- Ah! Ah! - heard from one car. Ware and husband came out to meet us! Here they are! Varena! .. Varechka! Oh!
Two girls jumped out of the car and they hung around the neck. They seemed to be complete, elderly lady and a high, skinny gentleman with gray tanks, then two gymnasics officers, laughing baggage, gymnasians of the governess, for the governess of her grandmother.
- And here we are, and here we are, my friend! - He started Mr. With tanks, shaking Sasha hand. - Tea, waited! Probably scolding uncle for not going! Kohl, Kostya, Nina, FIFA ... Children! Kiss the cousin Sasha! All to you, all brood, and the day for three, for four. Hope not to be stuck? You please, without a ceremony.
Seeing uncle with the family, the spouses came to horror. While Uncle spoke and kissed, in the imagination of Sasha flashed the picture: he and wife gave their three rooms, pillows, blankets; Balyk, Sardines and Okroshka are eaten in one second, cousins ​​are torn flowers, shed ink, GalDyat, aunt whole days interpret about their illness (solitator and pain under the spoon) and that it is neborn Baroness background of Fintich ...
And Sasha already looked at his young wife with hatred and whispered her:
= They came to you ... Damn them!
- No, to you! She answered, pale, too, with hatred and with anger. - This is not mine, and your relatives!
And turning around to the guests, she said with a friendly smile:
- Welcome!
Because of the clouds again floated the moon. It seemed that she smiled; It seemed to her it was nice that she had no relatives. And Sasha turned away to hide his angry, desperate face from guests, and said, giving a vote with a joyful, complacent expression:
- Welcome! Milicia asking, dear guests!