Lyrics Митя - Г.Х. Андерсен, Домовой мелочного торговца

Once upon a time there was a real student - he huddled in the attic and had absolutely nothing behind his soul - and there lived a real petty trader - this one occupied the whole lower floor, and the whole house belonged to him. It was with him that the brownie took root. Still would! Here he treated himself to porridge and butter every Christmas Eve; the small trader had enough money for such a treat! So the brownie lived and lived in a shop, and this is very instructive. One evening a student appeared from the back door; he needed to buy a candle and cheese; he had no one to send, and he came to the shop himself. Having received payment from him for purchases, the shopkeeper and shopkeeper wished him "good evening," and the shopkeeper was one of those women who could say more than "good evening" - she was distinguished by her gift of eloquence. The student nodded back to them, continuing to read what was printed on the paper in which the cheese was wrapped for him. The paper turned out to be a sheet torn from some old book of poetic content. “I still have a lot of this stuff! The shopkeeper said. I got the book from an old woman for a handful of coffee beans. If you want to give eight skills, so take all the other sheets. - Thank you! - say the student. - Give them to me instead of cheese! I can do with one bread and butter! It would be a sin if the whole book were torn to shreds! You are an excellent person, a practical person, but you know no more about poetry than this barrel! ”He expressed himself rather impolitely, especially in relation to the barrel, but the shopkeeper laughed, and so did the student: he, so to speak, was only joking. But the brownie was offended: how dare you say such a thing to the landlord himself, the seller of the best butter! Night fell, the shop was locked up, and everyone except the student went to bed. Domovoy went into the bedroom and took the hostess's tongue - she didn't need it, after all, while she slept. As soon as the housekeeper attached this tongue to some object in the shop, he now received the gift of speech and could express all his thoughts and feelings no worse than the shopkeeper herself. And it's good that the tongue could only serve one object at a time, otherwise they would have simply deafened each other. Domovoy attached the tongue to the barrel into which old newspapers were dumped, and asked her: - You really don't know what poetry is? I know! She answered. - It is usually printed in the basement columns of the newspaper and then cut off. I suppose that I have more of this goodness than a student, and I, after all, am only an insignificant barrel in comparison with the shopkeeper himself. '' Then the brownie attached the tongue to the coffee mill - that is why she grunted! Then to the oil tub and, finally, to the proceeds. All turned out to be of the same opinion, but the opinion of the majority has to be reckoned with! ”“ Wait, you student! - Said the brownie and quietly climbed the back stairs to the attic where the student lived. It was light in the closet; The brownie kissed the keyhole with his eye and saw that the student was sitting and reading a torn book; but what a light spilled from her! One bright ray emanating from the book formed like the trunk of a magnificent tree, which rested its top against the very ceiling and spread its branches wide over the student's head. Its leaves were one fresher than the other, each flower was a lovely girlish head with burning black, or with clear blue eyes, and each fruit was a bright star. And what wonderful singing and music sounded in the closet! No, the little brownie not only had never seen or heard anything like that in reality, but could not have imagined it! He stood still on tiptoe at the door, and kept looking, looking, until the light went out. The student had already extinguished the lamp and went to bed, while the brownie was still standing in the same place: the wondrous melody still sounded in the room, lulling the student. - said the brownie. - Not expected! Really, I'm thinking of moving in with a student! - After thinking carefully, he, however, sighed: - The student, after all, has no porridge! And he went down - yes, went down again to the shopkeeper. And he did well - the barrel almost frayed the entire tongue of the hostess, expressing how to look at its contents from one side, and was about to turn around to find out the matter on the other. The brownie took the tongue back to the mistress, but since then the whole shop - from the proceeds to the kindling - was of the same opinion with the barrel and began to treat it with such respect, so much believed in its rich content that listening to the shopkeeper reading something in the evening Vestnik about theater or art, firmly believed that this was all taken from the barrel. But the little brownie no longer sat, as it had before, calmly in his place, listening to all this wisdom; as soon as a light appeared in the student's closet, the brownie was irresistibly attracted there, as if the rays of this light were anchor ropes, and he himself was an anchor. He looked through the keyhole, and he was seized by the same feeling that we experience when we see the stately picture of the agitated sea at the hour when the angel of the storm flies over him. And the brownie could not help crying; he himself did not know why he was crying, the tears flowed of themselves, but he himself felt both sweet and painful. I wish I could sit with a student under the very tree! But what will not happen, so